The slow river reflected the burning clouds ...

The sky Anne called out to me - come out and look at the sky! - 

I left my scrawled pages and stood in the darkening garden - 

I stood under the apple tree, looking up at the beautiful wounded sky - 

It was a sky for the end of the world - 

The birds fell silent - the twilight apples held the sweetness of summer - my eyes were opened to wonders - 

I walked down to the river, pausing half way across the level crossing -

The glowing rails touched the fallen sun - 

The slow river reflected burning clouds - 

19.00

Sunday 11 October 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Purbeck

Dorset