Fire

 

And I in hades

must gaze in awe at the flames

that will consume me.

 

by Scooj

Impatient

.

Come Spring and banish

these long nights and impotent 

days. Bring me succour. 

.

by Scooj

Funeral talk

 

Uncomfortable

conversations about death.

Inevitable.

 

by Scooj

Rain dance

.

Conservatory 

music tap tapping and the

rivulets run wild.

.

by Scooj

Winter happens, right?

 

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.

Childish

 

Anticipation

of snow, too much to bear; still

the child is in me.

 

by Scooj

Snow forecast

 

The winter sunshine

full of deceit, tempting us

to believe in spring.

 

by Scooj

Grey sky sailing

.

Masters of the air

gulls soaring effortlessly

and pigeons dancing. 

.

by Scooj

Colours

.

Blue, gold and silver,

the heavenly hues of a

frosty winter dawn. 

.

by Scooj

Cold start

.

Bitterly cold morn,

frost-laden station; sitting

on Metro for warmth. 

.

by Scooj. 

*the Metro is a free newspaper for commuters.