Friday, 19 November 2010

November 19

A heron flew up from the pond
-As I tramped in-
Its solemn wings
Breathing in space-
It landed in the field below the beehives
After a pause, it rose again, swirled and made for the distance

A pigeon - surprised by me quietly sitting-
The white middle of its wings
Moving away like camera shutters

Against grey sky
Some ragged leaves descend
Nearly the last -
Rain follows

Against grey clouds
A small aircraft
White light on its tail