Willow in Fog
A willow stands in cold winter fog as dusk arrives. The slender branches gently carving the air as they grow ever more narrow. A pair of photographs.
The shivering cold continues.
The frozen larks creep through the shingle.
I catch my breath as the light fades:
Death comes even for stones.
If I could just pull back the curtain…
Derek Jarman, Derek Jarman’s Garden