Thistle down
Fluffy heads on spiny stalks
Balls of beige cotton wool
Dry stone walls
Green then fading grey then black
Into shadows of evening
Misty montage of copses and hills
Away to the horizon
Evening insects and the birds
Meandering in flight
Suspended by the golden light
Of warm autumn sun - finished with us now
Off to set over Ireland
Gold to the west
Blue to the east
The sky like a tinted glassy bowl
Tints of bronze, cobalt and aquamarine
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