Hello
(Above are some recent sketchbook pages - these are partly inspired by my dusk walks - I will write more about my walking habits and trips to the post box next week….)
Am I really now on 21? The weeks have flown by since I started writing to you. So much to share, so much more I want to share here.
Today I am sharing a poem. This one will be included in my forthcoming ‘Four Seasons and a Day’ poetry collection (due out early next year, all being well).
I hope you enjoy reading - and yes there really are very few acorns this year. Last year was such an abundant year - what is known as a ‘mast year’, so the trees have not produced this year…
No Acorns
Where are all the acorns, now autumn is here?
The young trees look like moth-eaten goldwork.
No acorns to be found.
The old trees have their beauty still,
though faded into sepia.
No acorns to be found.
A muddy path, a track once littered
with a rubble of caps, takes me
past lichen, seedheads and berries.
No acorns to be found.
Then, the simplest prize, a perfectly
round oak gall waits on the very
tip of a delicate branch -
and I pocket it, thanking the tree.
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“thanking the tree…”
This says so much.
I look forward to reading your notes about walking. It is something I value highly.
Beautiful poem and beautiful sketchbook page, thank you 🥰