September

Now we're moving into my second favourite season, it's time for the smells of autumn - garden bonfires, hot spiced chai to warm cold hands and wet dogs, happy in the rain...

Woodsmoke curls, pale wisps.

Leaves turn over head, blue skies,

Fields of golden wheat

Sorrow and Shadows

Ill news, a quick blade

Slicing deep. My heart cries out

No! It cannot be... 

Autumnal Overtures

With the advent of the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, the weather has turned in my forest, bringing the tang of woodsmoke and shifting colours in her burnished cloak...

Sunkissed trees, light dims.

Leaves flutter in cold breezes

As the season turns