Views: C+/C-: Green Darkly.

The River Severn, in serene mode, no waves and
no craft.


With the advent of this ghastly word Coronavirus, before us each day, with its untold damage and death it brings; I began to leaf through the dictionary ( as you do ) with the letter C to find uplifting words and conversely words of depression.
Here is my partial list:

+                                               _
Child                                        Caboose
Cake                                         Cacodemon
Calypso                                    Cadaver
Camaraderie                             Calumny
Canape                                     Cacophony
Canteen                                    Cancer
Caress                                       Cannibal
Carnival                                    Cantankerous
Carousel                                    Capitulation                       
Cartoon                                     Carbuncle
Cash                                          Carcass
Cashmere                                  Carinogenic
Catharsis                                   Castigate
Ceilidh                                      Catalepsy
Celebrate                                   Catastrophe
Cerebral                                     Censorious
Champion                                  Chauvinism
Charismatic                               Chicanery
Cheerful                                     Cholera
Cherish                                       Coronavirus.

And I only got as far as Chr!

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Field in Deerhurst recently cut, showing an array of
yellow daisies.
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Green Glass Darkly

Seeing my world through a green grass darkly. ( 1)
A pampered inmate in a half-made routine.
That which was natural is now unnatural.
Birds, Bees, and Butterflies invade my hearing;
until reality breaks through.

My space and recreation are now restricted;
as I loop in a turnwise and widdershins manner (2 )
 my garden perimeter.
But inside I find comfort and warmth within
my  family circle.

Time is becoming a construct, as moments
begat longer moments  and swim into
weeks.
Where am I in my sports-deprived calendar?
Days follow sleep with no real significance .


The virus has kick-started a virtual process as
we move to an online presence of virtual
offices;conferences ; gyms; churches and so
on.
Our lives are now determined by the gods
of Broadband and WiFi.
The third age is upon us; a gesture and
subscription affair, moderated by credit
card scores.

Today, the first of May, I remembered
to wake up my trees, to wish them (3 )
a good crop of fruit and health, as is
the custom here in Gloucestershire.

Afterward the trees nodded their 
branches in appreciation and
the sun shone brightly. It was
a  good cherished moment.

(1) Line borrowed from " A Scanner Darkly " 1977 by 
     Philip K. Dick.

(2) Turns taken from Terry Pratchett's " Discworld Series ". They
      describe the directions from the surface of the giant disc. I
      used them to add to the general confusion of these times.

(3) The waking up verse following tree hugging goes: "Bear well
      and wake up in the morning! " With loud acclaim .


ck 28-30/04/'20.

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Finally here are some flower  photographs 
from Spain.



 Photographs courtesy of J. E.

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In these difficult times we cannot physically embrace our friends;
instead, let's embrace one another with words.

WiFi for Now.
C.K

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