November 2021

Bright, bright moon…

Perfectly silent,
the moon glares through bare branches.
As if poised to pounce.



The first windy night for ages…

Autumn’s gold booty,
saved, hoarded and then all blown
in one mad night’s spree.



Happy sighting of a reclusive, elusive neighbour…

Kingfisher unzips
a colourless afternoon.
Nothing is the same.



Amazing light these evenings, sunsets on fire…

Crow in a bare ash.
The warm end of the spectrum
lights up around him.