Autumn rain, cool contrast to summer
Shimmering, pavement slick and black
Leaves changing
Forest soon to slumber
Winter comes
Always laughing last
Tag Archives: Winter
Final months before the snow falls
Half a year in the cold
Never any easier
Winter soon takes hold
Static Years
New vistas call to me
I feel drawn beyond the horizon
Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest
Summer creeps, slips by without notice
Autumn always falling next
Predictability
Wears me thin like my old jacket
Soon the cold
Winter rears its’ ugly head
Back to waiting
Same old dance
Spring rains will come again
Quick Cycle
Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass
Colour comes again
Never meant to last
Passing days of Spring
Leading into Summer
Fall waiting in the wings
Then back to Winter slumber
Season blanketed by snow
Stealing all the covers
Half a year in the cold
Between the Seasons
Last breaths of winter
Bitter cold across my neck
Leaving six months behind me
Grey skies and sunless depths
Grey skies that fade to black
And rise again in muted shades
Spring’s edge
Let the light find this place
Night ramble.
Though I’m always tired, I often find it difficult to sleep. Decided to pass the time with some photography. I’d normally edit the results, but I think a few of the photos stand up on their own. I hope everyone is well, and enjoying their day/night.
Middle Weather
The cold rain falls
Wind whips it helter skelter
Change of seasons upon us
Still caught in the grips of winter
March comes hither
In like a lion
Roaring, clawing at windows
Best take shelter
Then, out like a lamb
Strange days on a northern strand
Eyes Ahead
Hollow words to fill the gaps
Passing time on dreary days
The wind howls
Soon comes the rain
Wash away the signs of winter
Look ahead to spring
Birds, bugs, flower buds, all the greener things
Numbing Days
Odyssey of ice
The northern trails I follow
Call out through the forest, bare branches ring hollow
Timbers littered with standing dead
In the mute season, we all look the same
Dread grey, sleet white, frostbite black
The long path
Some don’t come back
Journey
Wintering
The season takes hold
Puts me in my place
February comes, blizzards in its’ wake
Winds shaking this old house
Temperatures plummet
I’ll try to wait it out
Doubt creeping like the cold
Cutting to the bone
The season takes hold
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