August end holiday
cloud rises late from the hills.
Summer kisses autumn.

Leaving the Roman Road
under Wether Fell,
we dip into a shallow valley
where rivulets
giggle hide and seek
between the green.

Words are pools
that twink with eyes
of dreamed children
staring upwards,
floating menageries
drawn down from the sky.

Our old dog,
once new penny copper,
prods her muzzle at the water.
Ears surprised
with the salt cold taste
she springs in a beat

as if she sees
dog reflecting god.
Jerking a slow canter
down hill,
she thumps thought
to form:

“I’ll be on
the otherside of the pool
by winter.”


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Flash


August end holiday
the cloud rises late from the hills
as summer kisses autumn.
Leaving the Roman Road
over the Dale Top
we dip into a shallow valley
of rivulets hiding and giggling
in a game a hide and seek
between the green.
Words are pools
winking eyes
with a world of children
gazing upwards
drawing menageries from the sky.
Our old dog, ears surprised
by the salt cold of water
points her once copper muzzle down.
As if her eyes see
dog reflecting god
she springs in a beat
and follows a slow
canter down the hill
thumping out the thought
‘While I have nose and
a leg for each element
the source runs through me.
I’ll be on the otherside of the pool
by winter.’