Within 50 Metres

Walking the neighbourhood on the eve of the Equinox

As the light falls to gloaming, I take a walk around where I live; the last of the summer nights, the day-ratio falling in favour of darkness for next 6 months.

From the front door: Trooper’s Hill with chimney.


Fungi and insects colonise leaves, plants colonise walls, haws colonise colour.

The road, it has secrets.

The river, the path, the white line.

The trees will swamp all.

Nothing but an aural memory of the owl, but a timely image from the plants at the door.



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