Mists...

by W. Todd Jones

The morning mists are now a regular occurrence, no longer spoken of.
The musty smell of early autumn is present in the woods.
Blackberry and apple crumble production is at its peak.


I saw leaves fall today and the heron,
startled by my presence with the dogs, take flight.


On Dartmoor's edge, we can still cookout,
though you need to put on that favourite sweater.
A shoal of Cornish mackerel cook over charcoal,
while I drink ale and enjoy a wide horizon.
Wider than I'll likely see till spring brings new light to this world.

Photograph by W. Todd Jones

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