The poignancy and beauty of endings, 6th Oct 2018 Branscombe
Final Swim
End of season fading glory, fairs and carnivals now past
Quiet all around, blackberries wizened, trees shedding, dropping bounty,
Martins hanging on a little longer, hips and haws
inviting sweets, and old man's beard dress the hedge rows.
My love and I slip into the bay, a final swim, catching the
setting sun on the surface like a path to its door.
Faces illuminated in evening light, cliff backlit in autumn hues, an
ethereal moment giving rise to praise
The cooling deep clear and calm rippling now and then in the breeze,
cormorant dashes across the scene and is gone, gone....
Now we too must go.
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