Tag Archives: cold

The Small Dog on the Common Cold (or why there are sausage rolls under the sofa cushions…)

Posted on January 4, 2021 by Sue Vincent

She’s got a really rotten cold And isn’t feeling well, She’s curled up on the sofa And she looks as rough as hell. The good thing is it’s ‘feed a cold’ As far as I can tell, Which means, of … Continue reading →

Posted in Dogs | Tagged cold, doggerel, food, poem | 13 Comments

Whitewashed #midnighthaiku

Posted on December 14, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Whitewashing winter Choosing beauty and romance Over frozen toes *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged cold, haiku, seasons | 12 Comments

A foggy morning

Posted on November 24, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I scrape the ice from the windscreen, looking with little enthusiasm at the heavy pall of fog that blankets the world. November… we’ve done well to make it this far without ice on the windows. Even so, my fingers are … Continue reading →

Posted in Landscape, Life, Spirituality | Tagged car, cold, fog, frost, mist, november, traffic, winter | 2 Comments

Dog-walking #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 21, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Sub-zero mornings Fingers freeze as the dog plays Snow would be warmer *

Posted in Art, Poetry | Tagged cold, haiku, snow, winter | 30 Comments

Paint #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 20, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Dawn’s roses blossom Frost flowers on bare branches Painting the morning *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged cold, haiku, winter | 28 Comments

Cold comfort?

Posted on April 4, 2019 by Sue Vincent

We’ve had some glorious spring weather. It has been warm… into the high teens… It has been sunny. It has been a real joy to be outside with so many flowers in bloom. Bees, butterflies and small buzzing things have … Continue reading →

Posted in Life | Tagged attention, cold, learning, water | 57 Comments

Change #midnighthaiku

Posted on December 27, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged cold, haiku, seasons | 14 Comments

On the perfidy of alarm clocks…

Posted on November 24, 2018 by Sue Vincent

The alarm on my phone drags me from sleep. I lean over, grab the offender and slide the snooze button. That gives me ten minutes to get moving. I snuggle down instead, my head still pounding. Overwarm, my feet seek … Continue reading →