PUPPY POWER

Friday bounds up to me like a playful puppy eager to start the weekend. I have to remind Friday that while the weekend is very fond of it, it isn't actually part of the weekend. Friday doesn't listen or care, it's little tail flashing left and right.

I guess I should walk it.

METEOROLOGICAL EXACTITUDE

I look at the weather and feel Thursday shrug its shoulders. "Comme ci, comme ça" it might say, taking on the persona of an insouciant Frenchman. But we Brits strive for meteorological exactitude, so I check the Met Office forecast. 

Grey cloud all day.

I shrug my shoulders.

NOTHING

Heading home to our bustling town after being perched on the very edge of the North Yorkshire moors for 4 days. Time moves more slowly up here, not least because Time has to counter steep hills at every winding turn. 

I'll miss the silence. 

Sometimes nothing is all you need.

LURING

From the Goth Festival. Whitby.

A man with a live parrot on his shoulder, or a parrot with a live man on its claws. You can wear any colour as long as its black. Two demons kiss by a novelty rock shop. Crystals, jet and fresh sea air, it lures the Goths out of their lair.

WAXING TIME

Whitby's cobbled streets

Are burnished through time

By the feet of the living dead.

From smugglers at Loggerheads

To Captain Cook's Endeavours - 

All roads must lead to today.

These cobbles, such printing presses of history,

Ultimately guide me

Into the Jet Age.

TATTERED CONFUSION

My garden looks raggedy, midway through the tattered confusion of autumn. A season of promises. What has gone before will come again. It's hard to believe when we scan our shabby shrubs and patchy plants, but as the Earth tilts slightly on its axis it gives us all a knowing wink.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

The first cup is the deepest.

SEASONAL MARRIAGE

Autumn and Winter are married. Leaf confetti continues to fall in celebration. Poor Summer. How must it be feeling? Dumped for a younger model. Spring catches the bouquet, already plotting to steal Winter, as this seasonal love rectangle slices into yet another wedding cake.

CLOCKS BACK

We've had an extra hour in bed 

Or so the theory goes,

But I awoke an hour ahead

I missed out, I suppose.

ALPHABET DAY

A new day

B eckons

C horuses

D eliver

E minent

F elicitations

G reat

H ope

I n

J ust 

K nowing

L ife

M eans 

N umerous

O ases

P ausing

Q uiet

R eflection

S imple

T reats

U ltimate

V iability

W ondering

X pectation *

Y ielding

Z zz's

* (ok I cheated)