Claxton,Norfolk The summer woods are disrobing, and you can hear them finish so one leaf at a timeOn these exceptionally still days I move to the copse by the marsh to listen to its subtlety one more time. You have to work to pick it out behind the blackbird commotion or the jay screech: a snick as a stalk breaks free and the leaf lullabies down.
Often there is also the patter of its zigzag tumble through the branches and then a quiet rustle once it settles among the trees’ heap of weak clothes. The summer woods are disrobing, and you can hear them finish so one leaf at a time.
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Source: theguardian.com