Mist veiled the familiar path -
A crow waited beneath a dripping hawthorn tree -
The sea was hidden at the foot of the sudden cliffs -
I could have stepped out upon the chill air -
Below me the still water -
A cormorant diving for the dark fish -
No sound but the silent language of the grass -
The October sun lost in the blank sky -
Tuesday 15 October 2019
Old Harry
Ballard Down
Studland
Dorset
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