Painting with light

This morning the early sun tipped over the rooftops and shone the yellow leaves of a small silver birch to a fountain of firework brightness.

This afternoon a lightbrush washed leisurely lines behind the trees.


Round the corner we marvelled at a sky full of fiery scarlet scales. By the time we reached home a few minutes later they were gone.


small lost dog
the colour of autumn leaves
ears can see what eyes can’t tell