On a day trip to Weymouth in October

A303

Starlings on power
Lines; two lanes of traffic queued
Waiting to arrive

A37

Seagulls billow up
White and grey rollers breaking
Over ploughed brown field

Buzzard, bare legs bent
On telephone pole
Meditating now

 

Lodmoor

Heron feather-cloak’d
Skims the scrubland with black wings
Fashionably late

 

Weymouth Seafront

Wagtail, dapper chap
Dip and bow to you too, Sir!
Waterline parade

 

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A pair of kites hang
High above the hilltop here
Taut in the updraft

A magical sight
As a merlin lands nearby
Eyes mesmerised now

 

Near the River Brue

Two swans, a poem
Written in a rhyne, gently
Drift in dusk’s warm light