Estuarine

Out of the sunburst, and summer,

comes Autumn to haunt.

The sea is up, waves are high,

there's mutiny in the air.

Tossed seaweed and sand

down the front.

Most days now are occluded, misty,

but the sun breaks through

on occasion.

We are in the season of

fruitfulness,

but the darker evenings

bring a sense of weary tiredness.

How I long for the

coal fires of Durham.

Sandy Wilkie

October 2024