Waiting for Rain

As I walk among the willows, following the dried-up brook, I stumble on its hidden hollows, pebble beds and twisting roots, and brittle leaves crunch underfoot. Autumn leaves, a beetles feast, release a sweet scent of decay: pollen, dust and shrivelled weeds waiting for the autumn rain to come and flush them out again. Kim […]

seizing day night moon stars cloud

with the arrival of frosts and rains a wintry light ­                       smears the sky I crunch leaves defiantly underfoot and breathe in pungent decay in daring to live           I’m learning to die leafless oaks mock me, feigning death, and haws ­  […]