Things happen in a wood this time of year- fruit does its stuff- even untamed- we need to get the logs in, the spiders get busy and mist comes up to hide Sid- which is saying something- he takes some hiding. But mainly its a time for bonfires- one of my favourite things..days like these just need smoke.
Daylight
The light bends rose bowed so close
Pressing urgent on
To fields that await the end race
With the truth of stillness
And the joy of a presence so far away
Sends the light delirious in beauty to
Stop there and rest forever breathing deep
And free amongst the forms surrendered
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The apples come on.. |
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And then go out.... |
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Everybody's laying down some stores..  |
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And working on warmth |
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