August burns bronze.

violet

burnt orange

pale gold

deep sky blue

lit white

red

saffron

bronze

lavender

fern

1st

Bright wind day; lifting and rushing in the shine.

A tapestry of grasses, rosebay and seedheads,

woven with butterflies.

2nd

Hills an amber and purple glow after a storm.

The sky bronze with flame,

clouds edged with brilliance.

3rd

Drifting rain across the hills.

Blue green land hidden by slow rising clouds.

4th

Night blows over the hills.

Warm blustery blue-black air,

full of fern and earth, stars and rain.

5th

Golden fields of wheat dipped in light.

Blue cloudful skies.

6th

I picked wild thyme from the bank

beneath twisted hawthorn branches full of reddening berries.

Purples, mauves and dusty white,

scattered with field scabious and humming with bees.

7th

A deep, blue-wild sky.

Bluest of summer blue.

Pale radiance at the horizon deepening to rich fullness overhead.

8th

Harvest.

Wheat is stone pale, carved in the cloud of evening.

A wide swathe has been cut through the straight stems.

9th

In the twilight stillness,

the cut wheat curves in lines

over the hillside and down to the gate.

Trees blue and lilac over the pale parchment of the fields.

10th

The hedgerows are full of flowers and grasses,

red and indigo briars, dark green leaves and new fruit of the blackberry.

11th

A rainbow at sunset in glowing rain air.

In the west a flare of red sky over the harvested field,

paling into ember and jewelled green.

12th

An evening of spun gold.

13th

Hills bleached pale.

Copper fields.

Hedgerows full and unruly.

14th

Fields deepened into flame colours of late summer.

Wet fire under a blue haze of rain.

Black hedges and dark trees.

15th

The garden is threaded with wings of butterflies.

16th

Lavender sweet evening.

Flowers fragrant in the rain soaked air.

17th

A rose lit sky.

Gold and fresh from early morning rain.

Blue mist.

Cool air.

18th

Clouds —

bold blue banners over the hills.

19th

Burnt orange fields in long light,

scattered with rolled bales.

Lanes loud with tractors pulling stacks of golden straw.

20th

Still hot day of saffron yellow.

21st

Poppies flutter over fallen wheat.

Grey sky.

The valley full of the sound of doves.

22nd

In the blue dusk,

the beech trees stir in solemn shadow,

rising and falling

in the deep stained air.

23rd

Quiet morning.

The air is still,

heavy with rain and heat.

24th

At sunset, fir trees are purple under clouds of amber and blue.

Swallows turn in long curves.

25th

Rain mist over the hills.

Cut fields scent the breeze with grass and honey.

26th

Misted blue and rose rising slow through the trees.

The sun brightens the grass

and shines the mist.

Hawthorn berries are dark red among earth green leaves.

Doves call.

27th

Blackberry brambles are curved and full,

weighted with deep stained berries.

Trees and hedges dark with summer haze.

28th

Lanes curve through sun-bleached August grasses.

29th

Sunlit grasses are pale gold on the hillside.

Blue fields stretch into the distance.

Rosebay in long drifts — golden and brown —

dashed with remnants of pink.

30th

A warm gold dipped day.

Butterflies tracing the blue summer air.

31st

The morning is green and gold.

The wind rises in the beech leaves.

Shadows deep and layered.

Sun lights a fine edge around the curves of the trees.