The owl calls, unseen

Across the woods

deep dark

the owl calls, unseen

slow through sleeping fields

the river flows wide to the sea

          the

         leaves

          fall

          falling

          the

          leaves

soft in the dark

the owl calling, unseen

across the woods

a mist breathes the night chill

and the leaves

          fall

          falling

          the

          leaves

Photograph copyright Steve Garvie, Flickr

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