in the last of the long golden evenings
we shake the tree,
onto falling leaves.
we crouch collecting,
leave powdered white-sweet-mould
leave stoned drinking holes
for drowsy wasps to souse.
cross-legged by piles
the slippery sweet,
pinch the pip
till it bursts,
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Autumn snuggling down
I used to hate the dark wintering months, wetting and chilling us as they shorten the days and steal the summer’s light. But now I notice a sense of relief. Relief that I can rest, be still, sit with the cat warming my legs as I dive between pages of my teetering reading pile.
Wood … Read more
I don’t have many words this week…just images of autumn and fragments of thoughts.
I learnt to knit during half term and have made three scarves and am loving the feeling of the needles moving and the wool weaving.
I am learning to ride. I can transition from walk to trot to canter and back … Read more
Autumn is here and this year my son hasn’t written a poem about school sucking the school out of him and I haven’t written a poem about time being strangled as I have done before:
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Lies withering on the floors
Covered with the ocre leaves of August’s mourning,
Cramped, dark, confined,
Autumn Pruning and hibernation
Autumn feels like it’s well and truly here. I’m walking the dogs in the dark in the morning and a couple of times there has been frost glistening on the roof tops as I wander past.