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Autumn equinox looms
From then to next spring
Darkness grows, then fades again
The dark side of the year
In the North Hemisphere.
Meanwhile Southern lands
Warm and brighten
Taking the light
With them.
It’s just the wheel of the year
Turning.
Things have got in the way and I have hit a block with my painting of a teapot. I mean both physically and mentally.
You can see some of what is obstructing it. I need to move things, it’s just that I am mentally stuck. I think its the low light levels as this seems to get me every year. One day soon I hope have this finished.
Time flies forward
Slides past
But falls back
Next weekend.
An extra hour
But darker earlier
The light fades
Time seems to slow
Nights distances lengthen
I hate it.
Bring back the sun
Or leave the clock alone!
Too hot, too tired
Awake till after 6am
My legs hurt
My shoulders hurt
Can’t get comfortable
Toss and turmoil
Turn and ache
Mind numbed
Saw the dawn again
Slept eventually
Woke at 11am
Hot and tired
Staying in a darkened house
Out of the Sun.
Sitting in the dark watching TV, the cat decided to jump up on the back of the chair. So I put my camera in selfie mode. I don’t look too good but I couldn’t focus in on the cat easily. She looks like she’s a bit unsure about the whole caper!
I’m busy trying to sort out some paperwork today, but I’ll be back later. I should get some photos in the garden of cherry and pear blossom if I get time.
The sweetest girl at just came to sit next to me. She’s now on the back of my chair keeping warm above the radiator.
I’m fed up of grey days and early sunsets, drizzling rain and sadness. I think about writing gratitudes again. I have health worries that I need investigating. I need to stop hiding in the house, but sometimes it’s easier to stay inside. BUT at least I have my sweet cats for company. They are companion animals. They help.
There’s a chill in the air
And it’s only September
Autumn already
Shorter days
Longer (cold) nights
I will not switch on
The dreaded boiler
Until my lips and fingers
Pinch in the cold.
Layers of clothes
Must be the answer.
Use the cat as a blanket.
Coats on the bed
I remember that
When I was a child.
I feel guilty that I haven’t painted. I think I need to get my brushes out. Painting is my reason for being. It’s not negotiable, I have to paint, or at least draw. It will happen, I’m just not sure when. As the days get darker I always find it more difficult, especially painting under artificial light. By the way, I must have a hundred brushes around the house, I think they multiply when I’m not looking!
I was looking for an image to use for this post and found this. Where the light through prisms in the mobile in my window was casting rainbows on these brushes. I hope I don’t get artists block, sometimes I just can’t paint…
The Moon’s out
Quite low
Shining through branches
Broken into bits.
Misty clouds
Wrap it
In darkness
Then it escapes
It’s lighthouse beams
Shining out.
Lunacy of Selene
Glints on teeth
Ready to snap
Jumping up
A wolf abroad
This night…
They met by the hellibores, just inside the cemetery gates. They were strangers, meeting because of a tweet one had sent and the other had read. They might have lived in the same town, the same street, but neither knew.
It was almost midnight when they met and misty, they nodded at one another, recognising a fellow conspirator.
They stood and talked, for minutes, exchanged notes, compared ideas. They were both in agreement. There was no doubts, they confirmed the transaction.
Yes that’s a meat feast pizza, two doughnuts and a bottle of cola.
The man got on his moped and drove off into the darkness.
He Lodge keeper took his order inside. Pizzas here, he said to his wife..
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