Autumnal

Swans out of the north, pushed by wind, sweep in like caped cavalry; lanced uhlans in flight from a broken field. A litter of sudden grey stones creep across the pasture – another drop of fieldfares late last night. Smoke … Continue reading →
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Published on October 04, 2019 08:23
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Harry Nicholson
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