September’s come to its inevitable endingand the light is bending. Late afternoon sun puts the moon to shame,setting leaves aflame, sparking rosehip, hawthorn and rowan berries—winter’s emissaries. Soon russet and gold will turn to muddy brown,and leaves fall down. October echoes in a jackdaw murmuration;for them, no migration. Twilight seeps through naked branches early.The moon’s […]
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