Storm Doris en route

Early evening weather-watching walk today, and I want to allow these photos their own space. Across six miles the sky invited poets to let their imaginations run wild. I’m astonished every day by how quickly the landscape changes. I’m often reminded that the Coleridges and the Wordsworths routinely walked distances that would make most of us blanche today. That’s where their poetry and journals came from.

As they were friends and companions for each other, so, too, they kept company with landscape, indeed with their entire natural environment. The met office reports tonight that Storm Doris is headed for the UK. The (bit of a) panentheist in me rather approves of the recent practice of naming weather phenomena. Though no new poem has arisen in my heart and head tonight, Dorothy Wordsworth’s instinct for journal-keeping nudges. I wonder what she’d make of twenty-first century blogging. Or motorised transport?

6 thoughts on “Storm Doris en route

    1. … I think Doris likes it around here. The wind is literally howling around our house tonight. One of those nights when one is really grateful for a fireside, not having to go out anywhere and, later, bedtime books and an extra duvet. A morning meeting and the rough weather has created the temporary advantage of giving my recently overworked feet a rest! xx

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