Colour Before The Rain.

"Already it is Mid November, a time of transitions and changes. Yes, the colour of Autumn has gone, and seasonally it is still Autumn, that being said the landscape has changed and with that, the trees are a little bit more bare, the landscape is looking a lot less green. However though Autumn can be surprising, and it can also have some incredibly dramatic sunsets, and this is a poem that is based about a glorious sunset that took place on Tuesday the 18th of November 2025 which created a delightful magical sight, and moments after the sunset what happened? The rain arrived and the sky turned grey and dark. But there was something magical about a fleeting moment of colour within the sky, before things went darker and the rain began to fall."

"Colour Before The Rain."

A Moment on Clare Island.

"I cast my mind back in time to the springtime, the end of April\Early May of 2025 and I was again lucky enough to visit Clare Island, an Island that has a certain sense of gentle charm about it, for it is an Island as well that The Saw Doctors also sang about, and it is an island that is located within Clew Bay, beyond Clare Island of course is nothing but the Atlantic until America/Canada, and yet this time when I visited Clare Island, the weather was a little bit meh, grey, overcast and raining, and yet just spending the day on Clare Island, what happened? Well the weather gently turned, the grey disappeared and the sunshine came out, and this poem is all about being on Clare Island, and being within the moment and looking at the weather changing, with the sounds of waves caressing the shoreline and wildlife and the symphonic sound of that, a certain something magical that is still ingrained in my mind up until now."

I saw art, across Clew Bay.

"It was at the end of April that I was visiting Ireland, staying in Westport, a place that I have been to before, that always has a little something else about it. Either way from memory it was the first evening that I was there, and a visit to the aptly named Quays Pub, at Westport Quays was on the cards, the gentle lapping of The Atlantic Ocean against the wall of yes, the beer garden and what was in front of me, a truly spectacular sunset that over the period of about half an hour changed as the sun set, and created art across Clew Bay, and this is a poem that I wrote down and have kept in my notes app, but never had the chance to write, until now."

As the last embers of Autumn glow.

 "There is something about November as a month that I perhaps had not recognised before, for it is a month that can still very much be classed as seasonally still being Autumn. Amazing what things you are constantly learning and the knowledge that is being passed on all the time. But despite November still seasonally being Autumn, there are little elements that can be noticed, for the first few weeks of November is when Autumn colours are still very much visible, but throughout those first few weeks of November things can change, do the Autumn colours stick around for the first few weeks of November? Well sometimes, can they change? Yes very much so, and this is a poem that takes its inspiration from a view that I captured on Monday the 10th of November 2025.

The view in question was taken from New Road, Moorgreen in Nottinghamshire, just past the historic Beauvale Priory of a woodland that throughout the seasons always has something magical, ethereal and mystical about it, and on this particular occasion, I had stopped off and was walking along the side of the road, peering into the woodland and what could I see? Well a different kind of Woodland, a Woodland that had colour - but that colour looked as if it was the last embers of Autumn putting on a final show of a unique and colourful glow, before things become that little bit more bare and dull, before nature turns in for a deep sleep for the next season that is due, and that of course is the Winter, and this poem is all about capturing and seeing the last embers of the Autumn Glow."