It’s September and the summer is drifting away. At times, the year seems content to grow old gracefully.
Tag: autumn
seasons
I’ve mentioned bonfires a couple of times in the last week, and I reckon half the village have been out in their gardens, taking advantage of the sunshine and what, for many, is a long weekend. They haven’t all been busy at the same task, though:
Clear
above the bitter smoke of bonfires
the scent of new-mown grass
I was particularly surprised by that as my lawn looked like this until about midday:
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smoke screens
At this time of year, all round the valley, everyone is busy pruning trees and vines and making the most of the dry weather for bonfires. The clouds, mist and smoke all blend and it’s impossible to tell which it is hanging in the still air.
Bonfire after pruning;
at nightfall, the green wood
is still singing
Después de la poda, una hoguera;
cuando cae la noche
la madera verde sigue su canto
days of fog and fungi
Jungle-blossom fungi
cluster around tree stumps;
the air smells of woodsmoke
black & white
You know how some people don’t seem to have any doubts about things? They seem to see the world in black and white.
Or do they?
Although those grapes are destined to be eaten unfermented, I have an idea that seeing the world in shades of wine might improve it.
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don't confuse the narrator 