Dusk fell
Leaching earthy hues
Blue hills fading to grey
Dark green yews
Black against the sky.
Slowly light spun
The swollen river slipped past
Shining, smooth
Molten waters
Enticing, pulling;
Stealing the last
Silver light
Saltaire
Published by Rosie Cannon Stories
I started writing poems in my early 20’s and left them on scraps of paper around the house. It wasn’t till my 40’s that I wrote my first ‘proper’ poem. I love writing, telling stories and want to use this blog for recording snippets of life; including real and sometimes magical events that unfold and unfurl right in front of us, making us laugh and cry and sometimes (when we are very lucky) both at the same time! View more posts
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