5 years ago I framed these autumnal leaves from our two Acer trees. It was the day of Martin’s late October funeral. Here they are released from behind the glass, scanned, and ready to be let go of…And the Acers too were released from the confines of their pots this Spring, and have put down roots in my garden now. It’s called ‘moving on’ albeit a little like an amputee:
Some ghostly mycelial thread
still runs from him through soil and tree to me.
Nothing will fill the hole that gaped
when he was uprooted from the world.
Extract of Patricia Zylius’ poem “The Missing” in memory of Martin 07.10.18
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