a shifting, a letting go with beauty
the deepening rust, orange, browns, yellows turning to gold and sharp greens mottled with lemon yellows
So much birdsong – I think about how conscious I am of the amount and texture of song and as I watch the colours of leaves and spindle berries and am still, the birds come closer in the hedgerows and, just sometimes, I can match the song to the feathered one
susibancroft 