Fortnight of mistYmuse Twilight Times Spectacular

As twilight times contract:
Sunrise (now 08.05 in Leeds, with sunset only 7/8 hours later at 15.47) photos from this morning, 2 weeks into mistYmuse 2019/20 (#mYm2019 – November 21st was a Thursday).

One of a plane seeming to fly over a (pagan) crescent moon at late afternoon sunset through a frosty window earlier in the week.

The clear sky setting sun inspired me to extend my run/exercises yesterday afternoon, especially as clouds were building around it, and with low pressure forecast for the next few days.

I stayed out until the last light disappeared from between tree branches, making me think that is what tinsel on Christmas trees might represent?.. although Wikipedia says ice.

Advent Calendar, Always Remember, Foggy Mist Border

On the 12th day of mistYmuse
we welcome Advent Calendarists,
with severe weather in the news
remember, fogs are thicker than mists,
I didn’t know that was the only difference
until just now reading the website World Atlas.

World Atlas: If visibility is less than 0.6 miles it is referred to as fog; if visibility is above 0.6 miles, it is called mist.

 

Winter Solstice Month Away Means mistYmuse Week Day

The way I see sunrays sweetly sing, and songbirds softly shine, I think it must be… mistYmuse week…

Through Trees Horizon, Inspirational Words Arising

winter sun
gentle one
subtle fun
no sunburn
year’s done
timeless pun
mistYmuse return, yet again
without pain
no disdain
still unsane*
freedom’s fane*
perhaps inane*
Y-tying m-twain*

*unsane – intentional non-word, describing state neither sane or insane.
*fane –  temple. Found while looking for ‘feign’ originally!
* inane – recognition that this is ‘just’ art.
*mistYmuse – Y joining two m-words.

Bottom half changed course from:
words play
four day
Morgana Fey
greenYgrey say

 

Muse Entertainment Anagram Poem

We are now in the last month of the inaugural full mistYmuse winter light festival. brightening up the northern hemisphere’s traditionally most difficult months.

mistYmuse Special

Spring seems to have arrived early, with some warmer than average sunny weather the last fortnight, although its forecast to return to normal midweek.

Here’s a little anagrammatic poem-philosophical thought, using the letters I-a-s-s-u-m-e on three lines; something like the 121 reflections in my second poetry collection.

I assume
as I muse
I amuses

Sunrise Inspired Winter Solstice Poem

Crepuscular Rays and over (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Iridescence makes more sense,
After flying clouds of white n grey
Showed a purple n green hue
Passing through the sunrise’s
Crepuscular rays.
Before, I only saw still clouds brightened this way.
It made me think sun is the dominant member in the partnership.
Before, I had thought it was clouds.
Clouds are the canvas. Sun is the painter.

Cloud Iridescence No. 5 (Photo credit: ikewinski)

Poem Imagining Summer and Autumn Exchange

Times they are a changin’… Although summer is holding on in Britain, and could even be roaring back later this week, the nights are drawing in, and nature seems to be readying itself for the annual change from summer to autumn (fall). Over the last few days I noticed the leaves rustling in the wind.

They’ve probably done it at other times in the summer, and maybe it’s more in my mind, but the trees seemed to be shaking themselves up for the big change. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem it inspired, imagining what summer and autumn are saying in their greeting:

Camping Spring \ Summer 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Good Summer Season, Warmly Welcomes Autumn

summer meets autumn
after year apart
shaking windy branches
upturned leaves smile
exchanging colours
under changeable skies

warm greeting over, time for disclosure

my best season
summer beams
for many years
autumn changes mood
I worked overtime
winter was late

The autumn as one of the four meteorological and astronomical seasons, the season between summer and winter. In the temperate zones it is the time of harvest and the leaves fall. In the fall of the northern hemisphere the sun moves from the seemingly celestial equator to the Tropic of Capricorn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk), and he has books available on Smashwords and Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/author/marclatham).

Nature Poem about Earth’s Sun Cycle Seasons

It is nearly August. While spring in the northern hemisphere feels like a time to restore sunshine levels, late summer feels like a time to store up for the winter. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem with that theme:

Preparing for Summer Departure, No Time for Laughter

Two days left of July
yesterday,
the sky seemed to cry.

August, the last summer month
northern,
does the sun think we’ve had enough.

September and October last
breaths,
warm winds keep winter at bay.

our star doesn’t really leave, it’s our planet’s circling weave

It’s the south’s turn to face
inwards,
Australasia and Africa tilt.

Our annual repetitive cycle space planetary gravity
journey,
365, and a quarter days.

Colourful leaves before snowy scenery
tomorrow,
six months before next spring.

Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk), and he has books available on Smashwords and Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/author/marclatham).