This beautiful land
so much enhanced by the hand
of Sulis; Spring freed.
by Scooj
This beautiful land
so much enhanced by the hand
of Sulis; Spring freed.
by Scooj
These constant grey skies
suck away every ounce
of inspiration.
by Scooj
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Doris blusters in
an unwelcome Winter guest
bringing disruption.
by Scooj
Snow came and we saw;
a national obsession
sated. Now the floods.
by Scooj
Is it me, or has winter recently become a highly unusual event? We have four seasons, and although climate change is mixing things up a bit, we do still have those four seasons. The news coverage about our weather has become almost non-stop and utterly over the top.
This is a narrative led by successive governments that are reputation driven and risk averse. A millimeter of snow in Bristol is news? This focus and emphasis reminds me of the worst kind of distraction agenda-setting. Our nation is on its knees, EU Exit (formerly known as Brexit) is in a horrendous muddle, Trump, NHS, homelessness, public sector dismantling. Things are not going well in the UK, so let’s talk about the weather, it’s something we can all rally round…isn’t it?
OK I’m done now.
The winter sunshine
full of deceit, tempting us
to believe in spring.
by Scooj
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A dark silhouette
his last vape before the train;
creature of habit.
.
by Scooj
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Yellow-purple-grey
sky weighed down by Winter’s curse;
dull and oppressive
.
by Scooj
Misky and murty,
weatherman spoonerism.
I rather like it.
by Scooj
.
Crisp, dry leaves yield to
soggy slippery mush. Rain!
enough already.
.
by Scooj
Joy is sucked out of
the city while the storm clouds
gather to the west.
by Scooj