A Poem for Thursday.

 morning dew

 heavy on the grass

 like diamonds in the sun

 and the last apples

 fallen beneath the last tree

 bruised skin

 wasp-guzzled

 smelling of warm cider

 as we gaze out over glorious autumn.

Indian Summer or French One!

I sat down the back field in a deck chair and closed my eyes and was taken back in my memories to the wonderful September holidays that I spent with the potter in Cereste, Provence, France.

The soft warmth combined with the crackle of autumn leaves made me imagine that I could be sitting in the garden of Madame Mitrani's Medieval Tower in Cereste, and snoozing in the afternoon heat.

Lovely!

Céreste is a Roman-era village in the Northern Luberon between Apt and Manosque. There are terrace cafés, a Medieval old village and lovely surroundings.