Seasons, senses & self: Day 37
Moon. Moon shine. Moon of darkness. Bring your soft light. Banish day’s harsh harridan glare. Erode those taunting highlights’ sharp relief.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 30
In Clowes Wood by Earlswood Lakes · we come to our senses, immersed · in what we see and hear, · touch and smell:
Seasons, senses & self: Day 29
The heavens come down to earth to be expressed
in formulae. Physicists know best
the light stars shine on cosmic secrets. Rest
in peace, ancient wisdom, rise in glory.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 28
I started a new job in the big city that year. Had to catch a bus from the edge of town to the station, then jump on a train.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 27
A man walked up to a deadline and said “I’m not scared of you”. The deadline smirked. “I’ve got Important Things to Do” said the man. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Seasons, senses & self: Day 26
The internet is brimming with strategies to overcome resistance to daily writing. They overflow into my home while my back is turned.
Seasons, senses & self: Day 25
Trees and shrubs, green all summer
now burst into flamboyant colour,
a pallet of yellows, oranges, red.