.
For one sweet moment
I thought I heard a mower
I was mistaken
.
by Scooj
Tag: Winter
9am
.
Long shadows at nine
the gentle sun at my back
winter morning walk
.
by Scooj
December already
.
Embers of the year
a difficult one, at best
time to extinguish
.
by Scooj
Arwen
.
Savage was the storm
borne by a lyrical name
false identity
.
by Scooj
Late
.
At last, northerlies
draw down heavy Arctic air
and we see our breath
.
by Scooj
That feeling
.
In the warming air
my pale face bathed in sunlight
spring is approaching
.
by Scooj
Somewhere…
.
Ever elusive
that pot of gold escapes me
best to be at ease
.
by Scooj
Cold snap tail
.
Sugar crystal snow
rattles the red-brown beech hedge
the ‘Beast’s’ final fling
.
by Scooj
Snow envy
.
An east-west divide
they have it and don’t want it
the snow is whiter…
.
by Scooj
Long tailed tits
.
They come from nowhere
never still for a moment
and then they are gone
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 