the autumn sun / driving home

On the way home. Late Afternoon. Autumnal sun. Blooming clouds, still, over the cooling towers. White line of steam from the brewery chimney. Glinting light from car rooftops, shining tarmac, the flanks of birds flying over head/across the road.

Then later, the sun lower, throwing long shadows of trees over freshly ploughed fields. Silhouettes of birches over the sloped end of a field – rounded shapes in the brown earth where the harrow has been, like an engraving.

Then lower still as it slowly starts to dip behind Bradgate Park. It tints and colours the few clouds in the sky. Long stretched out fingers across the horizon, golden lines slowly turning darker as evening gets closer.

Autumn’s introduction

A Saturday wedding and ringing bells drift from the church, a mile distant, with the wind – rustling the leaves and laying a shimmering percussive blanket upon which sparrows and blue tits lay random couplets of ‘cheep’s and ‘tsee’s. From behind me the constant drone of a combine working it’s way around the fields fades in and out.

There’s a colder edge to the air in the morning. Only two swallows on the telephone lines as I cycled into work, a quieter burbling sound – soon they’ll all be gone to overwinter where ever it is they will overwinter. Africa? Fat mushrooms peek out of the roadside grass, brown frilled egdes, insect mangled domes or just dirty and grey from road debris. The morning’s are darker, night comes sooner.

Seasons’ beginnings and endings change and merge. Last year we climbed hay bales in mid August whilst this year they’re only just bringing them in. Late spring, early winter? We had a glorious September last year. Dry, bright and sunny. Trees have been turning in August in some places, both at home and work the gardens all have a littering of dry, wrinkled leaves.

Autumn’s introduction. Do you notice it too?