Falls of Feugh:
of roaring stags dark with peat and shaking with desire,

the season of bounty, of foraging for berries and mushrooms, of bramble picking, hands bloody with juice and sharp thorns,
of the striking of the first match of the first fire of the season,
grateful for the rain for driving us back home.
Listen to autumn tune: James Yorkston & the Athletes — Shipwreckers:
Next season: Winter.
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