seasons

 It’s the eighth month of the year. Officially, the seasons are winding in, the sunlight Pulling in closer and closer, pressing against The encroaching night, crawling from The yawning maw of darkness. It’s the eighth month of the year. Things with eight legs begin to shift, stir, Swing their...

Lauren’s poetry is inspired by the nature she sees on campus and around Wollaton Park. Take a look at her wonderful words and photography as she explores the changing seasons in Nottingham… Regeneration Malevolent Mother Nature, her storm-threatening winter winds gnaw down to your bones and sever seemingly sturdy...