December stills — luminous and stone shadowed.
grey
fir
earth brown
charcoal blue
crimson
black
green mist
indigo
stone
frost
1st
A day cloaked with grey and stillness.
2nd
Grey blue clouds.
Last yellow leaves of hazel blowing.
First pierce of snowdrop leaves
under the beech tree by the lane.
3rd
Gold white radiance.
Misted charcoal blue,
grey hills,
black silhouettes of bare trees.
4th
Charged gold clouds
over winter green hills.
5th
Quiet and still.
The sky a soft grey.
Remnants of hazel leaves, flutter yellow circles
in a dark tangle of hedge.
6th
Branches are white lichened.
Hills a pale green shine.
Earth brown.
Red rich leaves edge the fields under the empty trees.
Rooks call.
Wind rises.
7th
Black traced hazel —
filigree stems
in a radiance of grey.
8th
A pattern of dark branches frame a stained glass sky —
luminous grey,
glazed lilac,
fine blue.
9th
Fields green.
Earth soaked.
Tightly bound buds on bare twigs are shaken in the wind.
10th
Rain filled wind.
Rush of trees moving in twilight air.
11th
Tall, closely set beeches,
silver in the ink night.
The moon racing between dark boughs as we walked.
12th
Etched trees in a bright fire of sky.
13th
Violet sky.
Bare trees lit with gold and green
sketched with shadow.
14th
The wind moves shining branches
in the grey bright morning.
Doves murmur.
15th
Sweet clear air.
Frosted in the fine light.
16th
A wide peace.
Grey hills. Blue still fields.
Pale trees.
17th
Sky folded grey
edged with flame gold.
18th
Gentle grey morning.
Clouds unfurling in the smooth air.
19th
Rain soaked wind.
Twilight grey clouds.
20th
Blue grey clouds.
White lit sky.
Dark fields.
21st
A late harvest of crimson holly
among a dark sharpness of leaves.
Air is wild blue over the beeches.
22nd
Blue sky.
Scented with winter.
Beech trees pale with light and indigo shadowed
23rd
Hills a lit radiance of green mist.
Shimmer of sunlit rain over shining fields.
24th
Branches over the lane are stone shadowed.
Rushing with wind and woven with shards of sky.
25th
A calm of green and still fields.
Fine white sky.
26th
In the twilight,
coppiced branches are an unearthly haze of whitened light.
27th
As night flows over the fields,
deep ink shadows pool
in the hollow of the lane.
Thickets of hazel rise,
filled with lingering winter light
28th
A fine light traced by lines of hazel
unstirring in the cold.
29th
Branches lift arches of patterned shadow
over the dark plunge of lane.
White gold sky a splintered brightness above.
30th
The fir tree is glowing shadow.
Its branches rise
a slow tide in the still air.
31st
A blackbird sings in a thicket of hawthorn
The sunlight is clear pale flame.