by John Yeo
Autumn winds blowing from the north.
The day dawns, cold with thick grey cloud
Just becoming visible,
I leave the house at first light.
A solitary bird greets me as I arrive
Flying off with a cry of alarm.
I pick up my spade and begin to dig
Turning the clods of earth over.
I take a break to gather some crops
Leeks, Cabbage, Kale and Carrots.
A productive autumn bounty.
I continue to dig and turn the soil.
Rooks and Magpies are calling loudly.
Swirling wind scatters leaves around.
As my spade works, earthworms appear
Surfacing from the depths of the ground.
My mind drifts with the swirling leaves.
'How can you photograph the wind?
You can't!' I answer the question.
'You can only photograph the winds breath.
To watch a large Gull, gliding on the wind stream,
Lazily floating across the turbulent sky.
To see the distinctive plumage of a Jay
Frantically seeking cover from leafless trees.
This is the allotment on an autumn morn
Fresh air provided by a restless wind
Close to nature in the awakening dawn.
Exercise aplenty as I wield the spade.
Fresh organic vegetables to harvest.
Nurturing produce from the tiniest seed.
Meeting up with fellow gardeners.
A satisfactory activity to the thinking man.
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