Slipping Slowly Grey

At this time of year I'm reminded of the lyrics of an Amazing Blondel song on the 'England' album - "warm afterglow, how discreetly you flow casting twilight's halo, on the dimming day. Calm afterglow, bathe each hill and hedgerow in a scarlet shadow, slipping slowly grey."

Summer moves into winter in very subtle ways here on the island. Not for us the showy autumnal colours seen on the leaves before they fall to the ground. We're devoid of the opportunity to trail our feet through the rustling curling leaves on a woodland walk, or the chance to collect berries. 

Here there are minute changes to the colours of the grass and herbage and lengthening shadows sculpt the landscape and remind us that the year is turning. These small but siginificant changes are harbingers of shorter days and longer nights. The beaches take on a skeletal feel and the breakers become bigger and wilder. Another winter has arrived.

Comments

[sue Armstrong]

Beautiful poetic words so evocative of your beautiful island home. Your observations precious and finely crafted.