The Gathering Storm...

She could stitch in a storm for days and then unpick it when the ground had had enough....

September is almost over, and autumn has truly set in, low sunlight, firey leaves and the sky full of stars... I'm filling my days; as always, with stacks of books, cloud grey scarfs and windblown papers, and my nights; with cups of steaming tea, tangy oranges and music that's oh so blue...

College is making me very happy, the time I can spend just reading; filling my head with tales and theory, poetry and philosophy is so indulgent, and yet I'm itching to make something, turn all that thought into something tangible, sound the narrative out in my own rhythm...

Today I love grey morning light low across the sheets, falling leaves and the smell of coffee drifting down the street. I love books worn and battered, and as always I cannot stand selfishness. Today the woman I am is still barefoot, she has been wandering and eating pears and her sleep is sound and deep...

And the bible didn't mention us...

1. Blue Hue, 2. Clouds were passing by..., 3. fragile things (heart), 4. cake

All images from Flickr.

Take them then; my curls and stay a while, till morning.
Leave me with blue skies and your boots by the door...

Today was a lovely family day; an in-between day of blue skies above apples and leaves turning red and autumn dinners eaten outside in the heat of summer... Tea and cake, and cream scones with jams. A day with that familiar sense of hope; like a blank page or fresh sheets and right now it smells like salt breezes and paint and sounds like a slow tango, the flutter of book pages and waves on the shore...

Today I love, as always, blue skies, steaming tea and bare feet. I love cake and laughter and old friends. I love dappled light and men who wander and as ever I hate words left unsaid...
Today the woman I am has grass stains on her still bare feet, she laughed all day and ate cake for breakfast, she lives where the light is golden and filtered and she is oh so nervous...

The Weather Watcher...

The evening hung in the air like torn lace,
that fragile word left unsaid and the gathering rains washing in...

Oh it's been such a long time since I last wrote here; the summer blossomed months ago and then died suddenly in the night, it has been raining for weeks and the nights fall suddenly now, like a grey curtain drawn on the world... autumn is here, and as usual I'm filing my days with books and coffee, plums eaten in the depths of the night and words sounded out in rhythm once more...

I return to college on Monday to start a masters degree, I'm scared and excited; I let Kerouac make my feet itch and I'm feeling more than a little like a bird in a cadge... but it's only for a little while and then I'll have a shiny new key...
I hope to update more often, once I'm back to college, lots of fresh work; fairy tales and briars, poetry and light, craft and politics all made tangible...

Today I love that thick golden autumn light, I love plums and creamy coffee and the sound of rain beating off the roof, as always I love maps with well worn creases and music that feels like home and, as always, I hate words spoken in anger... Today the woman I want to be wanders, she knows the back roads and will never be cadged, she doesn't need to count the stars to know they're there, she trusts the ones who love her and those ready compliments no longer make her stall... in a little while...