A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
Turning Autumn Leaves
The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop. The windows were not lit against the early night and the heavy, black door was locked by the stillness of the recently emptied, untenanted rooms it now kept. I had intended to purchase a new old […]
