Saltaire

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

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!

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