naked canopy
golden shooting stars descend
crunchy leaf litter
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

Crystalline granite
A boundary guardian
standing for all time

summer residue
all flame will be extinguished
as they fall to earth

How I’d love to pluck
a bright, ripe pomegranate
I’m too soon again

Verdant green velvet
clinging to protect and share
mutual benefits

Septembery grey
descends over Sidmouth bay
late visitors play

Design on water
written in nature’s wild script
with fluid fingers
This week, for the first time I am not using my own photo. Instead Meg has given me permission to use hers because I fell in love with it. To be honest I’ve fallen in love with lots of Meg’s images, taken around her place in Australia. Wild places with names like Potato Point, Moruya, Eurobodalla, and Narooma, in New South Wales, wild places that nurture wild women. Thank you Meg.

Trumpets of yellow
their fragrance filling the air
brighten street corners

The path of faeries
winding in the morning dew
there’s mischief afoot