He spent the day hanging around
As if he had arranged a rendezvous
"Let's meet by the Tanglewood pond after our summer vacations."
It is hunting season
I am glad he is here.... protected.
Lately, on our daily walks along the dyke
we have met hunters and their dogs working the bushes and grasses
trying to flush out ducks and pheasants.
I believe all the geese have gone south.
I am stitching rocks nowadays
but these untamed woods will appear back in my work
perhaps sooner rather than later.
Grey lines of stitch broken with yellow, rust, burgundy, rusty clusters
of french knots perhaps.
You all know what it is like looking at something that inspires
and you automatically imagine a stitching
It is a grey, grey day outside
Grey and yellow
with dark lines of naked branches