Tuesday 29 September 2015

A Change of Time



September time. Harvest moon. Blood moon. Reap and sow, gather and move on.
The air is laden with change; golden leaves, goodbye skies. Time, it is a changing.
September, a time of change. Colours aplenty.



Tuesday 15 September 2015

Everywhere/To The Great Unknown



Everywhere: that blue destination on a blue-sky day. When the horizon is a gleam in your eye, an ache in your heart and the light batters it beautiful. Up and away.  Star-flung and starboard. To that place you've always wanted to go, to be. Up anchors and set sail, away, free. Wind in your hair, world in your eye. Finally fulfill the promises we make to ourselves...









Monday 14 September 2015

September


To contradict TS Eliot, September is the cruellest month, mixing memory with desire, regret with possibility, past reminiscence with future apprehension/anticipation...

A strange month where the embers of summer burn out and the fires of autumn start to kindle...