Through Autumn Sun.
In the meadow where we walked,
through Autumn sun and paths that forked
up winding hills past hidden ponds.
where breezes blew and wheatgrass awned,
and dragonflies refused to land
for portrait shots which I had planned.
So on we went past sheep dog trials,
and tiny houses away by miles.
Through Autumn sun we did not stop,
and gathered heather at the top.