November 2015

A soft day….almost silent…

Rain slips in softly,
whispers with the canopy,
shushes the small birds.



Passing through the old, squeaky gate, startling a vivid blue flash into flight below…

Rusty gate protests.
With his own metallic note,
a kingfisher flees.



All around, the bushes are gossamer-strung and glistening in the sunlight…

A million spiders
stretch shining, silver tight-ropes;
Les petits Petits!



Finally, astonishingly, and beautifully, “Summer” has arrived, bumping into Autumn’s heels and even Winter’s…

Silhouetted leaf
drops through swarms of back-lit flies.
Everything is gold.