Another day. We'll wait for another day. When the sun doesn't hurt, when the tears don't choke, when you are here once more. We'll open the curtains, feel the light. Smile together. Please. An impossible dream. An empty hope. Your laughter gone. I sit alone and fade. #vss365

A clock ticked. A switch flicked. We lay hardly breathing. Waiting for the lights to go out. The top step to creak. The house to go quiet. Under our duvets, illicit reading, laughing, sharing of secrets. How I long for those safe days. When we weren't alone. #vss365

Let’s go for a walk…

"Amidst life and death, Snow continues to fall." Santoka (image: Hasui Kawase)

Find me again among the trees, in the whisper of the wind and quiet of the sea.

This hobby has no purpose, but it calms me. Rocks in many colors.

I collect confetti. Moments that used to matter. Gathered from the holes in the floor, the back row of pews in the church, the bits left between the pages of a book. The forgotten, disregarded, the ones that hurt too much. That sting like a nettle as I slowly make tea. #vss365

Reflections in the river. Light dances on this cold morning. I lean on the bridge. Watch, listen, take a moment. This city, our town, has three bridges. The first I know well, the second in the distance, the third I avoid. Still learning, your footsteps won't sound. #vss365

We are timed. We have a start and an end. No one knows how long between. The sun shines, the days go on, we wrap ourselves a little tighter. I pull my coat close. Think of you. Us. Count down the minutes until we're together again. #vss365

Good gate...

Yehan Wang Density of Blue Forces

“Among the fallen beech leaves” Artist: CF Tunnicliffe (What to Look for in Autumn, 1960)

Write me into symphony of the wind. Paint me into the hues of the stormy sky. Love me like a raging sea.

Plastic flowers and foliage picked up from Cornish beaches.

feeling a sudden loneliness falling autumn leaves Issa

Leaves fall, a bitter wind creeps, autumn colours gather in the cold sun. I watch out the window. Wonder how the day is almost over, yet still not done. Lingering on. This day. This feeling. The shadow you left behind, growing. #vss365

A dozen petals remain. All others from the bouquet are dead, along with the hand that pressed these few between the pages of this, my great-grandmother’s book.

Falling down on the way to up. Closing doors on the way to open. Frowning madly on the way to smile, singing sweetly on the way to silence.

Good door...

That day before the grey, before the rain, the cold, the change. Leaves sing, sunlight spots the stage. October shines, with an undertone of summer. We linger, loiter, bask in the warmth of this last hurrah. #vss365

October. A garden in the rain. Spiders curl up on their web. Birds shelter in the hedge. Leaves drip, gutters run. The shed doorway, an oasis from the downpour. The cat watches, waiting for a gap. A pause. A moment. To make their move. #vss365