Moment of Time
by Annie Jenkin

Now that Summer has hidden her smile
and All Saint's day, has come and gone,
a first frost flatters the ground.
This shimmering cover lights a path
of crackles, snaps and crunches.
Beneath tyres travelling through lanes
over puddles of leaves, like sounds
of a rushing river to chilled ears.

My pedals turn in their own rhythm
reminding me of swallows
that swirl and circle in summer.
A perfect 'V' high in still grey skies
leaves the rooks, ravens and robins behind.
As mist rises above a stream
this sleeping earth
still has much to offer.

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