Some leaves were already golden ...

Anne and Sally picked blackberries from the generous thorns - 

Small clouds moved across the pale blue sky - 

We glimpsed the shining sea through brambles - 

We'd followed a narrow path through the quiet trees - 

Birds sang in the green dreamy light - 

Now we made our way downwards to the beach of pebbles -

We swam in the clear water -

The two sisters remembered childhood voices -

Maize ripened in the late summer fields - 

We followed our path back to the trees - 

Some leaves were already golden -  

13.00

Saturday 26 August 2017

Ringstead 

Dorset