end of julydeep winter coldand mountains capped with snow.first day out to clear the beds,spread compost like a blanketthick black and warm –new moon in augustwe will plant the summer seeds. end of julydeep winter coldout in the garden to prepare the beds –trellis the peas while first cuckoos,emerald green and tail flicking,call from the…
in the night the mist came stole our valley – left nothing but the sound of sea where forest and hill should be over tea we discussed the matter my dragon breath billowing with the breath of trees huddled close against the starkness of all-sky from deep within the mist above the pushing sea birds…