over by
the Owendower
where plunge pools meet
brown trout flirt
'neath the golden leaves
of autumn
clogging
the low yet vibrant flow
tickling the air
with rills and spills
of childhood play
spring forth
with summer memories
past rowan roots
the magpie
and a tiny wren
gather in
the bitter red berries
so redolent
of winter
Very nice Peter. It makes some of us a little wistful knowing there more behind than ahead of us. So we must take advantage of what is here, when it's here.
