Wayfaring on an Autumn Road
I’m driving as the sunrises.
It’s autumn and pastel colours
Infect the hills either side of the road.
The spirit of a dying mist
Crawls along canal wood,
Snagging on forgetful hedgerows.
Everything is new,
I’m driving as the sunrises.
It’s autumn and pastel colours
Infect the hills either side of the road.
The spirit of a dying mist
Crawls along canal wood,
Snagging on forgetful hedgerows.
Everything is new,
Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM