The year has started to fallapart. Pointillistic burstingof nuts and fruit. Later, leavescrunching underfoot. Conker shells split,release shiny mahogany kernels. Oaks shed acornsthat hit hard ground with a crack. It’s still warm enough for white butterflies.Craneflies crowd windows or hang in cornersfrom spindly alien legs. Cooler mornings reveal cobwebs,dewdropped now –frosted soon. Kim M. Russell, […]
Tag: September
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
writing in north norfolk 