These non-descript days
file by unloved unwanted
January blues
by Scooj
These non-descript days
file by unloved unwanted
January blues
by Scooj
These gossamer threads
untroubled by passing feet;
natural wonder.
by Scooj
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For many reasons
a year not to celebrate;
time to look forward.
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by Scooj
You can’t hold him back. Mr Draws was planning to go and live in Germany at the end of the summer, but for whatever reason his plans fell through. His loss is surely Bristol’s gain as he continues to brighten up the place with his burners.

This one has a rather wintry feel about it, the colours and icy drips definitely feel a bit frosty. I love the way that Mr Draws just keeps on going – no matter what life throws at him, he just seems to pick himself up and carry on. It has been a while since I last chatted with him, which is a pity, because he is a really lovely bloke.
Infuriating
time-thief, although utterly
worth it in the end.
by Scooj
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Dawn squirrels frolic
silhouettes against grey skies
in skeleton trees.
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by Scooj
I long for the spring
the lengthening of the days
and the warming sun.
by Scooj
Northern hemisphere
writers scribble winter thoughts;
its sunny down south.
by Scooj
In these dismal days
of central heating, my thoughts
turn to the summer.
by Scooj
Cold wet and windy
The spectre of winter lurks
it’s time to wrap up.
by Scooj