September – week 3

Derwent Water —

smooth and clear

as polished marble


this still lake

and these mountains painted

in antiquity…

rain on her sleeve, the sky

upsets a tin of tacks



golden trees bend to see

their reflections


autumn leaves

where we walked beneath

a honey moon

the folds and unfolds of dreams,

the yellowed tape of Lakeland


September morning…

distant trees washed

with silver fog


moss-covered roots…

one breath of what this oak

knows of time


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2 Responses to September – week 3

  1. Paul Smith says:

    Wonderful as ever. Within the flow of these words I could be there walking beside you…

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