The Time of God

The time of God, the final judgement day when the world tumbles to annihilation, the approaching downfall of all creation scorched to a cinder by the sun’s last ray is now at hand. The time-honoured procession of the seasons and the fixed company of the constellations will steadily be dislodged from their usual progression. Then,…

September

I’m home again. Summer’s enjoyed and done and all returns now to its ancient way. The apples fall, the grass has turned to hay. On the planking walnuts clatter one by one. The water lies transparent in the ditches, gone is the ferment of the weeds and algae, the gudgeon now approach perceptibly more closely,…