Been a Poor Year...
Been a Poor Year...
(Autumn 2017)

Unripe acorns crunch under booted
feet treading the towpath; a
carpet of brokenness
of winter fodder.

Some fall into dark water
of Llangollen Canal.
Plops, spasmodic, more resonant
than silent raindrops, create
single rippled circles, spreading
outwards to a wider circumference, on
coal black surface.

Acorns sink into thick
silted mud, no value in
nutrition.