Having your cake and not eating it.

My first visit to the allotment for a while.

Summer’s overspilled. Frothed up and over the edge.

So much green, it could never be eaten.

A complex chaotic tangle … collapsing.

A descent into autumn, descending into winter.

Unstoppable, beautiful.

Elegiac, unintelligible.

We stand and look in amazement at its beauty.

Unable to touch, just to look, at the allotment falling.

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Howard Sooley