I’ve just returned
From the gold of the sky
And my heart is full
And still in thrall
To the breathless beauty
Of it all
With the wind to the south
Of a rising sun
And a hill that tells
In amber tones
The story
Of an autumn glory
Birdsong
and the hum of wind
In singing wires
The wood’s alight
Burning red
In the golden glow
Watched by a kestrel
At the singing gate
wheeling high
To face the breeze
That gently raised me
To the summit light
To watch the Ravens soar
In shimmering air
#poetry