The day starts to slow

A retiring sun descends to cast long glistening shadows across the marshlands.

A Wing of Golden Plover take to flight;
twisting and turning to catch rays of sunlight that will disappear all too soon.

Curlews sweep the plains, bubbling melodic lullabies
to egrets fishing in crystal still pools;
Reflections of balletic poise
In the cool shades of sunset

Skeins of Brent geese purr gently across indigo skies
Casting dark shadows,
A reminder of the night that will come

A ghostly barn owl hovers over fading rustic fields
Hoping to find morsals
Whilst the rain is at bay

Overhead a murmuration of starlings rise
Filling the sky like black locusts
A dance of darkness

Till all is at rest, just the faint sound of a Cetti
Singing the reed beds to sleep

A final breath

The light has gone once more