The woods are lovely, dark and deep…
Holly’s splayed, white limbs
hold back the dark with curled claws.
A pale owl slips out.
(26/12/14)
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Most colour leached out by now, but, oh, by no means all…
Fern oxidizes,
beeches rust beautifully.
Grey days have colour.
(19/12/14)
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Darkest evenings of the year….
Myrtles’ glow-stick bark
shines in the dark undergrowth.
An oak leaf lets go.
(12/12/14)
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Must be fierce weather on the Continent: the redwings are here already and in force, filling the woods with commotion…
Hollies all agog,
Trees vibrate with hungry birds.
Ground, berry-measled.
(05/12/14)