Uncomfortable
conversations about death.
Inevitable.
by Scooj
Tag: Winter
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.
Dancing
In the shaft of light
dust particles dance gently;
warm winter sun ray.
by Scooj
Pea souper
.
Thick fog wrapped around
insipid, ghostly buildings
which emerge and fade.
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 