Seasons, senses & self: Day 30
“Forest Bathing“
In Clowes Wood by Earlswood Lakes · we come to our senses, immersed · in what we see and hear, · touch and smell:
In Clowes Wood
Angels?
Seasons, senses & self: Day 29
The heavens come down to earth to be expressed
in formulae. Physicists know best
the light stars shine on cosmic secrets. Rest
in peace, ancient wisdom, rise in glory.
Another angle
Seasons, senses & self: Day 28
I started a new job in the big city that year. Had to catch a bus from the edge of town to the station, then jump on a train.
Missing link
Seasons, senses & self: Day 27
A man walked up to a deadline and said “I’m not scared of you”. The deadline smirked. “I’ve got Important Things to Do” said the man. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Stringing words on time
Seasons, senses & self: Day 26
The internet is brimming with strategies to overcome resistance to daily writing. They overflow into my home while my back is turned.
Falling leaves
Seasons, senses & self: Day 25
Trees and shrubs, green all summer
now burst into flamboyant colour,
a pallet of yellows, oranges, red.
The Slough of Despond
Seasons, senses & self: Day 24
Melancholy. Mournful pensiveness. Lack of motivation. Shutting the world out. “Sadness without any apparent occasion”.