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In months my garden
will be aflower,
floral fancies,
blooming anew.
But sadly now
the sight is of grey hue.
Cold sprigs of twigs
leaden coloured,
deadened stems.
Give them some sun,
some warmth
some food?
Then they will improve their mood.
I wait and cry
with many a sigh,
Looking around
For colour on the ground.
Daffodils and Tulips
Crocus and Snowdrops.
Then Bluebells and Violets,
will stir the air,
colours will flare!
Brighten the world,
set bees abuzz,
and waken my love,
of nature.
Everything feels grey.
Pain enfold you,
sucks you in
imobilises you..
The world is small
your house is a cocoon,
hiding your body from the world.
Turning your face from the sun,
learning not to want
not to care,
not to bother,
feeling sore
feeling fed up,
being annoyed by everything.
Not knowing how to escape,
mind tied down
like Gulliver
but unable to travel,
finding no way out
in a hole
deep
lost.
Photo taken last Thursday in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent. Spreading sideways, this tree seems to have had a haircut leaving all the horizontal branches but nothing hanging down. Also it’s still got a lot of leaves where the trees next to it are just about bare. It’s random because it’s just a street tree, the fence and road and car don’t really enhance the picture. It is all about horizontals I guess.
It’s quite cool today, so after going out for lunch, then coming back and doing a bit of gardening I’ve come into the relative warm (about 18.5°C) and I’m sitting listening to the Radio.
I’ve decided to try and keep the heating off as much as I can. It’s getting expensive and it’s not that cold yet.
It’s grey and showery outside. We had to cut the hedge back because our neighbours need access on the path round to their back yard and it runs past our garden. The trouble is one set of shears handle is coming loose and is held on with gaffer tape! When you cut branches with them they bend inwards so you can’t always get a good purchase on the twigs.
So anyway, the hat in the drawing was given to me by a friend when it was raining last week. I meant to take it back but forgot. Just dumped it on the pile of books by the front door.
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Etruria, Stoke-on-Trent, evening sky.
The nights are arriving-
Earlier
The days are getting-
Greyer
The evenings are becoming-
Chillier….
My love is waning
It is lost in the mists
Forgotten sunshine –
Forgotten trist’s.
My life
Meaningless…
My heart
Loveless,
My mind
Thoughtless
Lost in
The subdued light.
Sunset tonight, I saw the light on the clouds so I drove over the hill to see it.
That’s the trouble living on the east side of a big hill. It gets in the way of sunsets!
The clouds appeared dark grey but on the photos they have a blue hue. I’m not sure if that was because of the way my eyes adjusted to the light or the way the phone camera reacted. The sky was bright orange as I looked at it but appears brighter in the photo.
I tried to get a close up shot of a bat that was flitting around low to the ground, but it was only visible as it crossed the bright band of orange.
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The sun was shining through the clouds at Spode this afternoon giving everything a moody look.
Grey clouds, leaden
A glimmer of sun
Bright, yellow, hot
Sizzles through the clouds.
Humid heat festers
Industrial view languishes
Only a few plants
And a cat sleeping in the dust,
But alive,
Better than ruins.
It started with a fog that lingered, it did not burn off in the sunlight, in fact it got denser. The winds had dropped so there was nothing to blow it away. Looking out the window you could see drops of water clinging to the trees and bushes.
The weather forecasters tried to explain the phenomenon. More water in the atmosphere, a storm must come soon to clear the air, but that was months ago. Plants were not doing well for lack of sunlight and because there had been no rain to help the buds burst. Slimy mould was starting to cover some plants and others had a black fungus growing on them.
Then the reports of food shortages started Crops had failed. Fruit was not swelling and growing but remained stunted.
People started to call it “the grey”, cars were banned as they were turning the fog to a thick smog. Satellite images showed the only parts of the world that had been left clear of the fog and mist were the larger seas and oceans. The grey clung to the edges of the land. Continents were visible only as cloudscapes.
Then the riots started…….
When you visit somewhere it’s always interesting to look at odd little views, like the cupola seen through a broken window of a derelict green house, or mirrors placed under helibores so you can see their open flowers that usually hang down and hide their beauty. Smoke coming out if the little gift shop chimney (the shop had a warm wood fire burning in the hearth) a picture of a small pool. The fountain was not running. A sculpture of a jumping fish, a grey handle on a grey background. Light through the clouds and a curved turf covered roof to some sort of culvert.
Why not look at those odd sights and take a picture, they may not make a perdect composition but they may spark some thought.
What does she mean
It’s grey and gloomy.!
There is no sun..
There is no colour…
What can she mean
What spring is Springing?
What leaves are budding?
It’s winter you fool!
But….
I can see the catkins
Hanging down and waving.
Life is reviving.
Revivified, coming back
Now we can move on….
Mallaband-Brown