Copper beech in autumn.

 
 
The soft winds of an endless summer,
my Beata Beatrix and friend,
have come slowly to end.
 
The apples in the allotment
and trips to Worthy farm,
became an inland waterway charm.
 
And now two narrow boats,
await the coming of the spring.
 
Tug 14 comes through the Netherton tunnel,

shire horse, daisy chain blues.

 
~

 
For Fiona and Malcolm.