All the seasons
All the seasons are a windmill turning in the breeze of our being ...
A very short poem by John Horn about our weather.
A rather wry look you might think - but quite accurate in the Scottish Borders.
Letterpress printed on Kent Cartridge paper pamphlet-sewn into Snowdon cartridge covers.
The cover image is taken from a linoprint by Peter Grant.
13cm x 13cm. Edition of thirteen.
