October 2015

Glorious woodland colours…

A flock of red leaves,
at the West Wind’s merest touch,
scatters silently.



Summer must be over, the deer are back…

Thundering of hooves,
light’ning flash of fleeing tails.
Silence settles back.



Extraordinarily calm weather, not a ripple of a breeze, not a drop of moisture…

Sky and sea look up
from perfectly still water.
Cars make wave noises.



Autumn colours are arriving, beautifully…

Ferns raise bright banners:
start of a new Golden Age.
Autumn leaves rejoice.



There’s a definite lengthening of shadows, a shortening of days…

Birds heading homewards.
Light ducks under low branches.
Shadows coalesce.