These misty autumn moors are
full of kindly ghosts
Joyful larks and Swallows
careful lapwing,
Mournful curlew,
I hear them still,
They fill the space
beyond the quiet air
Today the sky is low
The wind hushes softly
through the walls
And up above,
beyond the quiet
Ticking of the wren
I hear the sounds
of wild geese calling
#CoSopoetry