August October
Crunching across the beech
Another leaf fall each wind tide
The dog days of summer
Turn a thousand shades of earth.
Eddying whirls of russet crisp
Sweep themselves into heaps
Just right for jumping into
When no one's looking
Save a tree dappled low-slung sun.
©LS King 2007
Beautiful sunrise over Adderbury, Oxfordshire, 7.20am this morning.
5 comments:
Really liked some of the phrases you've used here - "low-slung sun" and "eddying whirls of russet crisp"... the latter rolls of the tongue with great aplomb!
Thanks Steve. I'm experimenting with the 'less is more' recommendation from poet Hugo Williams (who we hosted in Oxford the other week) and to whom I showed some of my work.
Not that I'll ever rival him as a TS Eliot Prize or Queen's Medal winner probably, but he also said he thought I had 'something rather original', which was nice.
But I've always felt I had my own niche to forge (along with the awards to go with it, probably!)
Love the sun-rise photo...although how you can be up and about at that hour is intriguing! (Well, we had a long weekend here and getting up at that hour was not on my list of things that had to be done) Cheers,
Nice pic - was that driving back from Coventry or something?
Yes, I was driving back from Coventry to work - not my usual getting up hour, but well worth it on this occasion - except I didn't manage to find a place to stop and capture the sun in its full blood-orange glory after, before it started blazing (a process that surprisingly only seems to take about five minutes!)
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