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 […]
Day: November 24, 2018
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 […]
writing in north norfolk 