Autumn Ungrips Obsession

Instant beauty is here at Embercombe.

Pure darkness leads to my yurt

Early sun burns solid sheeted layers of morning mist.

The garlic threaded round the dining walls,

The sunflowers facing me as I eat,

The ruby rose hip shrubs,

All warms and brightens me through and through.

 

And, back in June, I said

Michael would love it her too.

 

Elsie Katz