November 7th

pumpkin army strewn

the rot of grinning faces

compost casualties

A week after Halloween, you still see the occasional pumpkin face, toothy grinned with empty sockets, discarded, peering at you from a grass verge or smashed in a border.

October 28th

 

in the sun shunned wet

the earth stirs and rises up

slender stalks shoulder

the secret places

where sad old trees go to die

teeming with colour

 

Went for a walk in the moors and woods. If you look closely, the fungi are everywhere. In those sun shunned secret places. I don’t know much about identifying them, but they are all beautiful in their own way. Here are some photos I took (copyright: Me!). These are real scenes of autumn, the colours of autumn.

May 6th

winter’s brittle wreath

the dead holly bite toothless

disintegrating

I saw the Christmas wreath Debbie made in a green recycle bag, the one made with twined willow and holly leaf and berry, so colourful and lovely, the one she put on our front door. Well, it’s had it basically. Old and brittle and brown.

Under seven months till Christmas!

May 2nd

The friendly eye dulled

Goddess lashes framed by blood

A slow gutter crawl

It just seemed meaningless, the cows head being slowly devoured by flies. Sure it was probably going to be dumped anyway, picked up from an abattoir somewhere.

Damien Hirst says nothing to me.

(me and the Bossman went to his private view at the Tate Modern)