If there’s a reason
then surely days like today
in part explain it.
by Scooj
If there’s a reason
then surely days like today
in part explain it.
by Scooj
Between a dog walk
and shopping, I sneak a snooze;
Saturday PM.
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The steep sweet meadows
now clad in deep mountain snow
softly summon me.
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Pack up the boxes
an eleven month slumber
in the loft awaits.
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These non-descript days
file by unloved unwanted
January blues
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These gossamer threads
untroubled by passing feet;
natural wonder.
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.
For many reasons
a year not to celebrate;
time to look forward.
.
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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.
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Dawn squirrels frolic
silhouettes against grey skies
in skeleton trees.
.
by Scooj