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Equinox - Bewl Water

Silent sultry

Late September days

A watercolour sky

Soft-focussed brooding

Drifts over Bewl

We walk clockwise

From Three Leg Cross

Through damp woodland

Up and over gentle hills

Down toward the water edge

On churned up muddy paths

Yachts drift past

A soft splash of canoes

Solitary birds unseen

Call from across an inlet

Distant laughter

Children's voices

A peal of bells

From hired bikes

Family filled

The water-side restaurant

Shuts out drowsy wasps

Who strafe the sun-cut terrace

A time-lapsed photograph

To mark the day

Cajoled we sample

Free goat curry

Before we move on

The day cools

We trudge across a bridge

Down empty lanes

To our parked car

And home.

Brian Hick September 2013

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