Brief Encounters

The farm tracks are wet from last night’s rain Fallen leaves wearing their raindrop glossy coats It’s gloomy – mild for the time of year The clouds push in, and I see Autumn shades smudging into the grey landscape Aside from an occasional whirr and chat from the hedgerow sparrows And the high distant silhouette of a gull and a pigeon, the birds are absent I pass two people talking, one out walking…