5,7,5 – 365 5th November 2015

5,7,5 – 365
5th November 2015

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.
Caught by the traffic lights on the way to the station this morning, I am afforded a previously unnoticed view into Bourne’s Victorian cemetery. By its stone wall and wrought iron railings, the older graves, many with elaborate headstones, are laid out under a canopy of mature trees. Some of those trees have now shed their leaves, scattering them onto the final resting places below, once again allowing light down into the graveyard that had been shrouded from view all summer.


Just trees attend now

Left to decorate the graves

Monuments revealed