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Wilderness Seat

Wilderness Seat

The seat where we once sat together, contemplating an expansive future,
Is now bare-bones cold in a winter landscape that fades into mist.
The half-remembered hot summers lie buried under the leaves of autumn.
Yet, in this Wilderness, the shoots of a new Spring are already pushing through.

© 2017 Peter Young

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Winter Sunlight

Light on the Track

Light on the Track

 

After the rain, midday sunshine breaks through to illuminate the puddles on the old track to Dunstall.

© 2017 Peter Young

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Changing Seasons

Over the last few months I have been visiting the National Trust property of Hidcote Manor Garden. I thought it was time to look back at how the garden and the surrounding area has changed since the summer, as it beds down for winter.Coloured Leaves Once plants have finished flowering, they retreat into the soft, soggy state of winter regeneration, and sometimes do this with a final show of colour. I’m not sure what this was earlier, but it attracted my eye in an otherwise dark, earthy environment.

Hidcote Bathing Pool 2I found the bubble wrap on the Fountain quite amusing, especially as the water was still squirting out. Here’s what’s under wraps:

Hidcote Bathing Pool 1The field has seen many changes over the last few months. During the summer it was high with wheat. Track across the field 1Now it’s ploughed over ready for next year’s crop.Track across the field 2And here’s the view looking up the Old Track that leads from the carpark. This is a far more subdued picture than the my entry ftwo months ago.

Hidcote Track© 2016 Peter Young

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Summer Wine

Brockhampton Door

A door has opened into summer
Much longed for after the bleak of winter.
You stand at the threshold, the warmth
Seeps into your body, you take a breath.

Road to Lower Brockhampton
Ahead lies the dusty twisting road
That will take you between the fields
Where the lush grass is already being cut for hay.
The sun beats down, the cow parsley dazzles you
So you seek the comfort of the orchard.
Where the fruit is forming on the trees
Under the hum of bees, the nuisance of gnats.

Summer’s song beguiles us, lets us dream
Amidst bright flowers, as they devour
The brightness of the day long sun.
All around the mystery of transformation,
From bud to flower to fruit,
Instigated by insects, fulfilling their tiny needs,
Part of the eternal, ephemeral alchemy.

Transcending the cycle of seasons
Slipping sideways from the wheel of life
To cheat the sudden death of winter
Requires a cunning catalyst, the unseen yeast
To raise the spirit of the fruit:
To work its magic on the sun-sweet juice,
To distil summer’s shrivelled ripeness,
To complete the journey of fruit and vine.
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Born from the unseen, inner fermentation
Of the useless abundance of autumn
Comes the eternal wine of wisdom
Fully charged with alcoholic zest.

So we drink deeply, we cannot hold back.
Each time it ambushes us, diverts us,
Sets traps for us, tempts us to stray,
Unable to take a sip: “Just one more …”
We want excess, to lose ourselves, our sense of time,
Consuming, filling ours lives
With summer’s richness, forgetting the path.

The leaves are beginning to fall
And the vineyard is golden, red and purple
With only some withered bunches
Hanging low on the retreating vines.
Regrets at having been seduced once more?
No, it was worth it. Every moment.
Did we get the girl, Demeter? No,
She escaped this time. But next year …

© Peter Young 2015

A note on the photographs: The Doorway is to be found at Brockhampton Estate top carpark [52.191630, -2.463966].
The road is the approach to Lower Brockhampton [52.200505, -2.458168] www.nationaltrust.org.uk/brockhampton-estate/
The vines are at the Chateau de Haute-Serre, 46230 Cieurac, near Cahors, France [44.390039, 1.490594] http://www.hauteserre.fr/

Chateau de Haute-Serre

Chateau de Haute-Serre

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