by Jem Croucher


Ethereal glow hangs over Shoreham
Through the mist, ‘neath yellow skies
With the promise of September warmth
The sleeping town in silence lies

‘Neath the bridge the river water
Meanders slowly to the sea
Boats lopsided in the shallows
Oyster Catchers in their lee

And as azure blue refills the palette
Of the mantle overhead
Another early Autumn day appears
As from Summer it is led


4 Comments to “Glowing”

  1. Visual and appeals to ones senses…nice!

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