Gold refined from a damp summer begins to show in the leaves
Echoing the gentle October sunshine
Leaves fall to the still waters of the canal
Slowly drifting downstream
A young heron sits on an old pipe in the river
Looking out here and again for a fish
The bright shining yew berry lies untouched on the dark earth
Black and yellow a male blackbird’s call a warning
Blue and purple shine of the crows wings
A buzzard dodges ravens over the wood
The leaves hide the calling of the little birds
A wren darts into the base of a tree
The fluffy long tails dodge in and out of the fading leaves
Shimmering water in the sun are the last dances of the pond skaters
