Category: seasons

Waxing Gibbous

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Autumn Colours

I’m an autumn photography addict. I can’t help but get snap happy at this time of year. Colours leaps out at me from every angle and I want to capture it, hold it, cling onto it as if the fiery colours can actually warm…

Merry Autumn Equinox!

Joyous Alban Elfed, the light on the water. Happy first day of autumn, according to many almanacs. Merry Mabon, to those who honour this name. Happy Harvest Home, the last grain being stored. However and why ever you celebrate, may this moment of balance…

DIY

The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all…

Humiditties

Secret of a Daffodil

I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet What secrets do you hold? I heard you whispering Just as you called to Persephone Am I distracted by your beauty Waiting for Hades to snatch me away Or am I the kidnapper Of my…

Blossom

Waves of pleasure Olfactory lust Nasal pollination Vernal must Musky, heady Trance inducing Moving, ready, Rain drops sluicing Founts of heaven Sensation heavy Petrichor bomb Blossom so heady The smell of spring The scented air The cherry, apple Plum and pear Hawthorn coming Spikes…

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and…

Bat

Flappy, happy scrap of night Black against blue Joyous in flight Like me you love The warm twilight.

Spring Storm

Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone. Heat and light and fight! Spars strike at stars Scars cut the sky As lightning flies And cuts and fries The crowding clouds Clamouring for more Rain beats the…

Chemical Wonderful

He says Chemical Fresh My eyes widen What a term A germ Of genius Genuine wonder At spring’s youth We blunder Through each day Crazy and way Out of line But smell that Chemical wonder Tear me asunder With laughter Tears And pollen.

World Poetry Day 2018

For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop…