poetry
A Walk In Wiltshire In October
My shadow stood beside me,
Stretching to the field's edge,
Disappearing into branches.
Broken stalks turned brazen,
Like spears rising from the earth,
Gleaming from the shadows.
The sun sank behind the hedgerow,
Switching off the autumn gold,
Leaving the leaves to fall without glory.
Stretching to the field's edge,
Disappearing into branches.
Broken stalks turned brazen,
Like spears rising from the earth,
Gleaming from the shadows.
The sun sank behind the hedgerow,
Switching off the autumn gold,
Leaving the leaves to fall without glory.