Poems always start when I’m out running . Tonight I took this picture at 4km and the light was going – I ended up doing 9.5km and the last stretch up the ‘ thinking lane’ was in total darkness to our house on the ridge.
Just primroses lit the way
Branches mirrored in blackened puddles
The v shaped valley defined
And the sharp siren of geese in flight
High above, the ridge
Fringed with the waning light
Nocturnal animals take their cue
I’m still running home.