Journey

Setting off backwards, with a view to the west from my seat on the train, the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes.  A storm is forecast, it should be here by now.  The weather is running late.  Rabbits are frozen like ornaments in a scrap of scrubby field alongside a stream. The stream … Continue reading Journey

Balls

Nine balls I found; lurking under hedges, behind the shed, deep under the straggly hydrangea, wedged by the oil tank, away up in the corner where the first of the rhubarb is waking.  They hadn’t been breeding, I know this because they are all of a different species: a medicine ball – the oversized one … Continue reading Balls

Trees Please

We’ve peaked.  We’re sliding towards bare branches, denuded winter trees, skeletal frames that you’ll soon believe will never have leaves again.  Yes, the intensity of autumn’s colour blast looks like it’s been run through too hot a wash; its vibrancy has been siphoned off, insipid now, like an 18thCentury patient drooping from bloodletting. I walked … Continue reading Trees Please