Slow thaw now complete.
No sign of snow anywhere.
I drive into town.

John Clare Quotation

"With sudden stir the startled forest sings
Winter's returning song..."

John Clare (1793-1864) - of the UK's greatest nature poets.


A bright winter's day.
White clouds sweep briskly across
cold azure blue sky.


Winter settles in.
Time to rest and reflect on
what the future holds.


Blue-tits flit quickly
back and forth to the feeders,
filling their little bodies
against the cold,
as the year slows down
for the long sleep of winter.


Dull, dank days,
creeping cold;
November rolls headlong
towards winter.

Summer Ends

Summer ends,
an autumnal chill is in the air.
We stack the log shed
for winter warmth.


still bites,
cold outside today.
I’ll stay inside, keeping

* * * * * * * * * * * * *
We did go out for a bike ride this morning, on the tandem, but it was cold. I haven’t felt warm since we got back – not until I put on an extra layer of clothing! The sun came through for a brief visit but with no warmth in it. We are forecast a cold week; Spring is in a slight retreat despite more blossom and daffodils in evidence.


Biting Back

bites back.
No sun today,
sky overcast and grey.


The lone oak tree
standing in the field
casts a long shadow
in the winter sun.

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