Autumn warning lights

Cast long falling shadow lines

Over winter’s call

We’re still standing strong

Though roads are tough and seas rough

Somehow we hold on

Quiet morning stroll

Beats a quiet mourning scroll

Eyes up, phone screen down

The sea is safety

Ride the waves, ebb with the tide

This kingdom is free

Rain water gushes

Gauging out deeper gashes

Down the gullied gorge

The start of a thing

Is always more promising

Than the end of it

Cloud cover, crows cry

Looking for an alibi

Pigeons, you reply