Last Lime Leaves

Early morning, looking east, from our bedroom window.

The last leaves cling to the lime tree, washed through by watery sunshine.

Mist swirls in the valley and lifts to obscure Rodborough Common.

Tomorrow I must collect the fallen to add to the compost heap.

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first blip, day 323 of the year, 42 more to go - have made a start.