Along the River Tamar at Saltash Passage
| It was
a morning in autumn,
when fat spiders shimmer on glassy webs. When my breath grays
the air, and the leaves crisp underfoot along my
concrete path.
I looked over the trees toward the river. Something different today: a thick river mist, in the form of a film of whiteness, cutting the distant landscape in half. Why so compelling, so attractive? Goodness knows I had a thousand other thoughts on my mind, to crowd this out of my mind. But no. I have to go down there, to see for myself. It could be gone in an hour or so. |
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