Meet Me in the Birch Wood

Acrylics on card, 42x30cm.

Meet me in the Birch Wood
Where the leaves are fa’ing doon,
One efter the other
An’ strewan a’ aroun’.

Orange and yellow wi’ bright red stalks
They litter the emerald green
Like confetti at our waddin’,
Discarded at the scene.

Ye’ll need tae wrap up warm now
An’ pit oan yer strippit scarf,
Fur there’s a snell wind blawin’
Ower the cauld dark earth.

Leave the Chanel in the closet
And pull on those long black Skinnys.
And fur-lined boots are the answer
Tae keep attached yer minnies.

For winter is almost upon us
With early falls of snow.
And frosty mornings whiten the grun
After starry black nights below.

Meet me where the Long-tailed Tits
And tiny Coals and Blue,
Pick their way through the high canopy
Of rowan and dark green yew.

Searching in every nook
For grubs to sustain them tight
In huddled roosts in sheltered cranny
Through the long dark night.

Don’t disappoint me my darling
For I need to see you once more,
To ask if you could ever still love me
Like you did wance ‘afore.


The Autumnal Garden 1

Sometimes you don’t have to travel far for inspiration – it’s there waiting for you just outside the studio door:

Mixed media on paper, 59x42cm.

A shaft of sunlight cuts across the lawn while the flowerbed closest to the house falls into deep shadow.

There is a distinct autumnal smell – dampness certainly, but also decay. The scarlet acer is rapidly losing it’s leaves and the hydrangea petals are turning brown at their edges.

Today I am rewarded for my patience and withholding of the secateurs with a visit from a dashing blackbird to the rosehips left for just this purpose much to the delight of Amy, my 18 month old grand-daughter.

It’s never too early to introduce the wonders of nature.