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