Sunday, 25 September 2016

Morning view of Flanders

The white gold of light flooded and spread
on a stone swallowing river,
the morning lifts its head from a shadowy pillow.

Quickening shadows on greens and reds.
Veiled horses grazing in yards,
cyclists smelling the marsh on cycling paths.

Flanders towers stand tall
looking down on the people.
Days all set in cobblestones.

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