This morning a light wind tickles the leaves and drops of rain, held there temporarily, fall. No bird song yet in the faintly herbed air. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a moon in the sky, and this makes me chuckle because I wondered if this might be the suggestion. I say it isContinue reading “THE MOON POEMS ARE WAXING LYRICAL”
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WOLF MOONS
This morning the crunch-slip under foot of snow fallen on snow, and the intermittent sparkle of pretend stars on the ground. Oddly, the air carries the scent of bananas. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women smiling for a picture. I say it is me and Kath wrapped up in knitted goods gettingContinue reading “WOLF MOONS”
MY YEAR IN REVIEW
This morning it is raining and the almost unchilled air carries strong hints of green. Alt text says this week’s photo is a collage of a group of people. It is indeed a collage and it is made from the photos that accompanied each blog post this year. I do like to take a lookContinue reading “MY YEAR IN REVIEW”
A HEADSHOT IN A CHRISTMAS WREATH
This morning, under a waning moon and a bright planet, the swirling wind stirs up the scent of mud and brick dust. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person smiling in a wreath. I say it is me twelve years ago taking my turn to have a photo taken. A group of usContinue reading “A HEADSHOT IN A CHRISTMAS WREATH”
SOCK MONKEY
This morning the sky is grey. Drizzle and low cloud are holding onto the fumes from the cars and I am longing for the scent of evergreens and incense. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed animal on a tree. I say it is sock monkey. He was a ‘makey-makey gift’ that IContinue reading “SOCK MONKEY”
MY SOUL AS A METAL SPINNING TOP
This morning herring gulls sound in the distance, and the sky is clouded. The air is gently cold, not biting, and carries a hint of woodiness. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women standing together smiling. I like that description. And I love this photo and that I was able to say helloContinue reading “MY SOUL AS A METAL SPINNING TOP”
ON HAVING AN UNSTABLE CONNECTION
This morning a chorus of herring gulls and a crescent moon in a pale blue sky. And the air is simply cold. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is a stuffed animal in the air. I say it is Ronnie jumping for joy at Weedon Bec. Although this is an older photo, we wereContinue reading “ON HAVING AN UNSTABLE CONNECTION”
THE WATER TOWER
This morning a blackbird sounds an incessant alarm call after I have hit the snooze button twice. I take this as a sign to get up and see the day. The air smells of bare branches and the crows are conversing from chimney pots. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person jumping offContinue reading “THE WATER TOWER”
LIFTED
This morning, the cool air brings the smell of hash browns as the traffic builds its familiar rush. Alt text offers no suggestion for this week’s photo. I say it is my sister, me and my mum in the lift after coffee and before a little shopping spree. I love this moment in time fromContinue reading “LIFTED”
POET, COACH. COACH, POET.
This morning a swirling wind makes an incense of its own as it mixes the soft dry scent of wood smoke with the damper smell of fallen leaves. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a picture of two women smiling. I say it is me having a post-gig photo with Wendy James, and feelingContinue reading “POET, COACH. COACH, POET.”
Sue Finch 