River Usk II
1st November
One deer, fleetingly, bounding off through the autumn heather, some time before dawn.
Dippers all along the river, flying low and fast, with ducks truly wild padding in swift shallows.
The trickling heavy sound of the river flowing over stones – and no other sound save a few birds in the leaning trees.
Extraordinary clarity of the moon, looking wise and melancholy and profoundly observing of our earth, such as it becomes.