Saturday was groceries then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car Reading book reviews and chewing stalks Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard,the harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed Standon with its fords and wandering cows Little rivers,Essex, flowing down.
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
How my heart speaks 