October
Seagulls
fly past fields
Like a fishing net dragging
Autumn tides to shore
Starlings
arriving
In little drifts; falling leaves
Autumn flurries fly
Weymouth
Walking Weymouth beach
He feeds the beachcombing crows
Who follow his lead
On Westham Bridge, Weymouth
By
the bridge waiting
Patience of a saint, stone still
Heron prays for fish
By Beaples Standing Stone
Rook
rubs the sky clean
A feather duster dancing
Around the old stone
