Posted: 31/10/2016 at 12:36
The sun came out and, as it usually does when I am doing a repetitive job like cutting up bamboo shoots for the bin, my mind turned to poetry. So coming in for a bite to eat I opened one of my books which I keep in the kitchen. I was struck by the dearth of poems written about November so I wrote one. The autumn colour today is delightful in every direction from my garden. The beech tree next door is glinting with gold in the sunshine and , under a fir tree I found a tiny chestnut tree with huge yellow leaves. I will post my poem in a separate post.
Last edited: 31 October 2016 12:37:58