Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: weather
Greys and Golds
These past few years, Imbolc in Leeds has been a bit of a grey, damp affair. Wet, cold and uninspiring if taken at face value. As a witch in tune with her Celtic roots, face value is of little worth to me, so these… Continue Reading “Greys and Golds”
Snow Dreams
Plain white sky Like hotel sheets Dull and unexpecting Business like and taut. So featureless Yet promising Cold, white fluff Softness incarnate Deadly and sharp. Drifting down And against doors No pause No laws Against this invasion. I dream of snow; December’s promise Solstice… Continue Reading “Snow Dreams”
Double Rainbow
If you look to the very left of the picture, you can faintly see the ‘second’ rainbow. Jim informs me that every rainbow has a double, and the colours are reversed. So although it follows the same curve as the primary rainbow, the… Continue Reading “Double Rainbow”
Vernal Equinox 2014
May you find balance in your life, on this day when light equals dark. Feel the joy of the spring’s return, as a warm glow inside.
Storm
Stone and sea won’t wait for me Follow me up Follow me down Sky cries out so angrily Follow me through Follow me ’round Lightning breaks like anxious sweat Follow me here Follow me there Rain soaked dreams I can’t forget Follow me out… Continue Reading “Storm”
Broken Blue
Mornings like this are the epitome of autumn for me. A magical mix that should be distressing but in its balance becomes quite beautiful. Sunshine beaming in the blue beneath heavy lids of looming cloud; birds soaring gleefully then buffeted by the random raucous… Continue Reading “Broken Blue”
Hot
Wow. It’s hot. Holiday hot. Sapphire sky hot. BBQ out now hot. Endless washing line fill hot. Tarmac tacky almost wet hot Haze even on the gem green grass hot. Jeans unto shorts unto bikini hot. Sleep elusive and duvet gone crazy hot. Melted… Continue Reading “Hot”
Oftimes Music is the Rain
Oftimes music is the rain Falling rhythm on the pane Rolling drum like in my ear Softly soothing then I hear A pause A change The rhythm breaks Has it… Could it be… A snatch of sun beam One, two, three; The cloud flows… Continue Reading “Oftimes Music is the Rain”
Little moments of wonder…
When winter is an idea and home is where the central heating is; when frost holds no fear for the English wanderer; take the snow and make it your plaything. Forget the empty, useless roads and take joy in being stuck at home. This… Continue Reading “Little moments of wonder…”
Might snow this weekend…
Why do we say it’s brisk when it’s cold outside? Brisk; fast, quick, sharp movements. Lively; with vigor.Is the cold vigorous? Perhaps it more describes us:Rushing out of the icy air into warm abodesBreath like fog and eyes sparkling diamondsIn mines of glowing red;Or… Continue Reading “Might snow this weekend…”
Mabh Savage 