All this and Autumn Too…

Tomorrow we have to show the PowerPoint presentation… it is ready… just! Jemarve and I did it between us, he is great at the animated stuff, and he made the most *AWESOME* 3D model of our building in Google Sketch. I just finished adding the final touches and getting the colours in theme.

I have never been a fan of PowerPoint and I wish we could use Prezi, or stop motion video for presentations, but maybe I just need to get better at this Microsoft stuff.

In the meantime I have been thinking about the next group project, (Light Nelson), and I have ideas brewing already. Something I would really like to do, with Leigh and whoever else wants to play. If it can’t fit into a group theme, I may propose it on my own…

Oh and I believe that we start a new individual project tomorrow…

All this and autumn too…

*EXCITED* !!

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Day 23 – Triolet

 

The willow sings her autumn song

for soon she’ll dance with fiery limbs

proud to show her naked form

The willow sings her autumn song

for all her leaves will soon be gone

ripped from her by winters winds

The willow sings her autumn song

for soon she’ll dance with fiery limbs

Day 5

                                         Autumn
                                    colour rushing
                            past my bedroom window
                   gathers empty cobwebs, dead dreams
                                            burn

Weather Forecast #19

willows
dying flames
cast their ashes

autumn
passing through
leaves left behind

you
leaving soon
a bitter winter

Gathering Firewood #18

That last autumn
it was dark
moody and exciting
hungry and angry
waiting was a thrill
fired by the first drink
I wandered for hours
getting lost and falling
in the dark
all the time listening
for the sound of
an old diesel truck
one night the cows got in
and we met the neighbours
we thought the wife was stoned
I lost the goats
you didn’t come to help
and you lied about the cheese
that was the silliest thing
and pretty sad.
Its autumn again
24 moons later
and the darkening evenings
and the cold bite in the air
and the wood I gather for the fire
are as filled with you
as they are with the smell of woodsmoke
the snap of dry willow
and my rusty old dreams

morning #11

first autumn rain
a poem on my cell phone
a plane leaving soon