Three Beautiful Things - fen autumn

A field of leeks in the dew, blue like molded copper.

Seeing the moon through the trees and realising that the leaves have gone and that it is dark at six.

The ash trees tossing their leaves in the gale, one side silver against a mounting black cloud


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