Sunday 20 September 2020

Pink Feet

Rose hip red, leaves fall,
Days get smaller.
No more do swallows
Skim the estuary edge.
In flood tide's margin
A heron stalks still water;
While burst of silvered surface
Marks bass frying.
Above, the first skein of Pink Feet
Pass by and cry; Autumn! Autumn!

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