Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Sunset from St. John’s
Because dusk is settling over the valley,
the yews are etched black
                                    against a runaway sky,
their branches tossed by a mean east wind.

Here are the high lands of the sky,
with violet hills and knots of inky cloud
like wooded knolls:
                                    ribbons of pale grey
split the sun before racing west.

Gulls thresh and fall on the angry wind,
wings dipped in liquid gold
                                    and edged with pink.

Sue Burley

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