A disappointing day - cloudy, cool. Up north there is 27 degrees; here I have had to don my fleece. The hedge is the last thing: beast, but cut it is all bones and brown like it will never recover again. No time out here, no care, no heart: it is not his focus in life (no blame) his part is elsewhere: his air is not green and his mind in flight is not hands in dirt; digging; pots; stones.next poem