Like languid trapeze artistes the gulls trace celestial arcs as a dying sun tints the clouds with ashes of roses. Effervescent spray breaks over the whale-backed reef as a clowning troupe of ravens tumble earthward Icarian feathers black as the cold fingers of night.
I should know better by now but the arrival of autumn always takes me by surprise. The gold of the buttercups is fading and the bleached heads of the grasses are a pale cream highlighted by the richer hues of the red clover. Russet brown seed heads of the wild angelica stand tall like skeletal… Continue reading Arrivals and Departures