A charm of goldfinches waves me off
tumbling by on the stiff blow
Grey clouds hurry past grey clouds
I imagine a ‘parish future’ where we have come to understand that we do not exist ‘in’ nature but that we are ‘of’ nature.
Sunlit autumn leaves
Wren scold from ivy
Darking trees against brighting sky
Village noises
Delicate dandelion heads waiting for time