December stills — luminous and stone shadowed.

grey

fir

earth brown

charcoal blue

crimson

black

green mist

indigo

stone

frost

1st

A day cloaked with grey and stillness.

2nd

Grey blue clouds.

Last yellow leaves of hazel blowing.

First pierce of snowdrop leaves

under the beech tree by the lane.

3rd

Gold white radiance.

Misted charcoal blue,

grey hills,

black silhouettes of bare trees.

4th

Charged gold clouds

over winter green hills.

5th

Quiet and still.

The sky a soft grey.

Remnants of hazel leaves, flutter yellow circles

in a dark tangle of hedge.

6th

Branches are white lichened.

Hills a pale green shine.

Earth brown.

Red rich leaves edge the fields under the empty trees.

Rooks call.

Wind rises.

7th

Black traced hazel —

filigree stems

in a radiance of grey.

8th

A pattern of dark branches frame a stained glass sky —

luminous grey,

glazed lilac,

fine blue.

9th

Fields green.

Earth soaked.

Tightly bound buds on bare twigs are shaken in the wind.

10th

Rain filled wind.

Rush of trees moving in twilight air.

11th

Tall, closely set beeches,

silver in the ink night.

The moon racing between dark boughs as we walked.

12th

Etched trees in a bright fire of sky.

13th

Violet sky.

Bare trees lit with gold and green

sketched with shadow.

14th

The wind moves shining branches

in the grey bright morning.

Doves murmur.

15th

Sweet clear air.

Frosted in the fine light.

16th

A wide peace.

Grey hills. Blue still fields.

Pale trees.

17th

Sky folded grey

edged with flame gold.

18th

Gentle grey morning.

Clouds unfurling in the smooth air.

19th

Rain soaked wind.

Twilight grey clouds.

20th

Blue grey clouds.

White lit sky.

Dark fields.

21st

A late harvest of crimson holly

among a dark sharpness of leaves.

Air is wild blue over the beeches.

22nd

Blue sky.

Scented with winter.

Beech trees pale with light and indigo shadowed

23rd

Hills a lit radiance of green mist.

Shimmer of sunlit rain over shining fields.

24th

Branches over the lane are stone shadowed.

Rushing with wind and woven with shards of sky.

25th

A calm of green and still fields.

Fine white sky.

26th

In the twilight,

coppiced branches are an unearthly haze of whitened light.

27th

As night flows over the fields,

deep ink shadows pool

in the hollow of the lane.

Thickets of hazel rise,

filled with lingering winter light

28th

A fine light traced by lines of hazel

unstirring in the cold.

29th

Branches lift arches of patterned shadow

over the dark plunge of lane.

White gold sky a splintered brightness above.

30th

The fir tree is glowing shadow.

Its branches rise

a slow tide in the still air.

31st

A blackbird sings in a thicket of hawthorn

The sunlight is clear pale flame.