They touched the edge of the world -

We woke to soft rain falling - 

The evening before, I'd seen mist rising from the water meadows - 

The river had mirrored the twilight sky - 

A tree cast a wavering reflection upon the water -  

A bull looked at me with its strange sad eyes - 

The valley was still - 

A swan lifted its shining neck - 

Leaves fell from lichened branches in the dark wood - 

When I walked over the level crossing, I looked at the shining rails - 

They touched the edge of the world, where day turned into night - 

Friday 2 September 2016

East Stoke

Dorset