Rookery
Crackling with rooks,
Winter trees reverberate
with ragged, black fruit.
(31/11/09)
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Phew! Wild winds, deep, torrential floods, brief gaps of white sunlight glittering off the pools and wet everything. All-powerful Winter.
Symphony
Chimneys thrum rhythm,
the roof tiles tattoo the beat,
wires pluck harmonics,
every gap sings out,
the whole house is becoming
a wind instrument.
(23/11/09)
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Crazy weather for weeks. Regular, heavy rain interspersed by capricious winds. Garden furniture flung around the lawns by polter-gusts, flagstones slick with unseen mosses, trees stripped and battered. Cows stand, arse to ditch. Clothes hang, heavy-limbed on a drooping, dripping line.
Towels, shirts, trousers
hang, sodden and un-moving
hours and hours on end.
Sudden excitement!
The wind whips up a frenzy,
flailing arms and legs.
The wild dance short-lived,
shirts darkening like the sky,
tails down, rain stops play.
(16/11/09)
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Windy day. November
In the yard’s eddy,
rattling leaves play chasing,
reliving their youth.
(09/11/09)
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The month has begun as the old one ended, misty and wet. Winter’s here now but it’s still mild – a little colder, granted, but not bad.
November mist
Colour-draining fog
opalesces the hillside.
Life in a snow globe.
Throaty corvid cry
and lesser sounds of small birds
emphasise the mist.
(01/11/09)
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