Beech Blurt

Poetry. Trees, woods and forests.
Photographic illustrations by the poet.

‘Shoots shot from the outspread tree –
Delicate embroidery –
Set themselves into the light,
Silhouetted, strangely bright.’

~ ‘Snow in Ladbroke Grove’

‘The beech leaves lose their silk and sheen
And harden into colour
So rich, acidic, it would be
A crime to call it duller.’

~ ‘Chilterns’

‘A shawl
Of lametta,
Of light
Fine lustre.’

~ ‘Chichester’