Monday, 28 November 2011

a boot just beside the entrance pond
just one, definitely worn and scrapped
its a woman's boot with a zip up the outside
and a leaf in

I am always looking for human footprints on the land, in the land, in memory, in imagination
and here, here is a boot, without a foot true, but one that has stepped here and left mystery

body in the water, mud, murder
or just dropped from a tractor's edge or an open back pack
its hard to think of anyone placing it there
it is an accident
a footfall

a still day
frost, acid blue light
behind a range of clouds
frost dew melting in
leaves burnished copper, magenta purple, shadowed conifer green,
burnt mustard , olive dull, gossamer green
two last thistles
clouds move
the rest

monday november29

Friday, 25 November 2011

Saturday, 19 November 2011

november 19

november 19

faded purple marsh thistle
more dried up and skeletoned
broken boned and brown

all leaves claimed for autumn\a golden mustard ache, copper, pink, copper

streaked ray of sun
photographs lumps of dew
which hug each piece of grass