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...