Matthew on Nostr: September And the sky is low And a strengthening breeze comes in from the east Pipits ...

September
And the sky is low
And a strengthening breeze
comes in from the east
Pipits are with me
In a noisy crowd
And crows in their hordes
Darken the fields
And paint the air black
With raucous calls
The switch is flipped
And autumn is upon us
A single Swan
High up
and southwards-moving
Graceful and lovely
Her song is her flight
As feathers strum the air
With a rushing hum
Soft murmuring in my ear
Calling me down
To the amber woods
#poetry