Snowfall

There stands a golden-chain tree outside my window; a curiosity of bluetits flit about in it. They seem unbothered by the postcard snowfall of heavy, fluffy lumps. But one bluetit in particular, seems most eager to find out what I am doing. He watches me when he doesn’t think I see him, but as soon as I look up or take up my phone, he scrambles away. He is very camera-shy.

In the 4th book of my Regency Tales, ‘Orbits of Attraction’, two commitment-phobic “natural philosophers” meet and collide in love. To that end, I was trying to glean something of Regency era physics when this poem came to me.

With that Dear Reader, I return to the wonders and woes of Newtonian mechanics, and wish you a beautiful Thursday!

 

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