APAD 12: Tree

Tree I am a frame, outstretched, reaching high In my year, in turn I’ll carry spring buds full-blown flowers transparent green leaves autumn colour and at Christmas I’ll carry them all.

APAD 11: End of Day

End of Day look this way with your camera I mean the light is fading the sun is oranging and the rocks and trees are silhouettes   Turn the other way and, okay, the grass is more than day-dark but light lingers in the sky as if it has no intention of leaving...