Last days and new dawns

Autumn sunshine;

Falling leaves growing wings,

Lifting them upwards.

The Brent Geese are in. I saw a skein of 200 hundred or so, sweeping in across the low-tide mudflats of the Thames Estuary the other day. Give it a few more weeks and there will be thousands; autumn merging into winter. But those last, summery days of autumn’s beginning have left their mark.