
What to share?
A truck on the High Road
Is a rumble away. Fresh breeze,
cold noise, morning cloud.
A white morning is smaller
than usual. Less time.
The garden’s recovering,
sucking the soil. Where is the
water?
26/08/2018
—
This almost early autumn morning was probably the opposite of today.
Today, outside, the sky is blue, blue, blue. It is, indeed, three blues: a greyer, lighter one near the horizon, a firmer one arcing over us and above, at the cupola of today’s summer sky, it’s London summer blue.
London summer blue, so welcome;
rare in your cloudless expanse.
I trust that the sun will warm the day as it goes along. There was still (even) a chill as I took my morning walk at 8.30am. After ten years I still struggle to gauge the weather from the London sky – if there is blue sky, it might not be hot, if it’s overcast it might not be as cold as I think it could be. Yesterday, it was very grey and rained until after 10.30am. I was reluctant to head out for the day’s walk. I stalled (phone scrolling, Whatsapp calls) and lingered (taking my time to make a coffee in the cafetiere, decant and take along). When I finally set off, I had to stop at the first bench on the Bishops Avenue to remove the pullover, long-sleeved top and rain-jacket I had on.
It was warmer than
my reading of the sky.
Why am I writing about the weather? I am also talking about the sky. My neighbour in the loft is this changing scape – clouds, rain, wind, rainbows and man’s fireworks. My other neighbours are birds. The large crows that survey their realm from the end of the ridge-board and the magpies stomping on my roof. They make a determined noise.
“What to share?” is from a slim new volume that I compiled during lockdown. Most of the poems are from 2018, a time – like many before commuting stalled – when I used to write on London transport. The micro-collection is titled Jangle between Jangle and I’ll share more poems from it in the months ahead.
So, to, this is enough sharing
for today.
Update: There are now small clouds edging up from the horizon.
What a beautiful description of the sky! I’m looking forward to your upcoming poetry collection. 💙
Thank you for your kind words, Veronica.
My pleasure!💌