Ali B's blog/

Slow sweeps

the dragging raven mass

away to bother

sleepy spires,

gathers onyx plumage

over huddled copse

and barley miles

tie dyed skies twist

far behind,

now, dancing last

the passing gyres,

from dripping towers

thrushes carrol

inherent understanding.

Simmer down

a shimmered view,

a beaded curtain,

final fall,

In the pay of light,

we turn

to find the grace

of nature's signing.

Swept upon

the blackened ranks

in subtle arcs

of earthbound splendour

a riven blaze

of colour beckons.

Inverted spectrum

smile of closure.

Lace-wing climbs from apple bough

Above the orchard,

Martins wow the watching eye!

Late Summer spice on tongue-tip,

in slips the Earl of Autumn,

to share a hazy meadow-cup

in wisps and whispers.

Dragonflies bicker

on flickering silver.

Butterflies idle

in Sunlight until

the passing

of a cloud.