winter in the sunshine
sun makes light
tracking the light
silver streaks, winter
grabbing at the sun
the smell of creek
drip and rustle,
of hidden birds
a creek close by
As winter in this part of the world begins to come to an end, I thought it timely to celebrate its shady beauty; the bleached-out colours and ruddy mulch of grounded leaves. The smell of damp bark and wringing wet moss, drowned grass, muddy puddles and the bite of ice.
However, I guess much of winter's beauty lies in the fact that it ultimately gives way to Spring.
The photos above were taken at the end of June when I spent a week at Tunnel Cottage.
I was there to write, and write I did.
And when I felt like a break from the slog of editing and pushing through to the end of the second draft, I'd go for a walk; a cycle track across the road from the cottage making this easy.
This portion of the Lawrence - Roxburgh track follows a small creek and dips in and out of damp, frosty patches of shade that lie in wait among the drier, sunnier areas.
For me now, writing is going to take a back seat. Ahead are preparation for two poetry readings, and my trip to Berlin in less than a month.