Day ending

 

As drove home with evening feeling cold, slight smell of sea and where rivers meet, it gives funny sense to late end of day ,as night approaches.

We, (me and son)had nice simple day, whose lives are only like many not counted.

Talked about bit of everything, including New young moon leaning over the Humber.

the very few stars that we could register looked quite small.

Even like us, Stars at night,had a sense of littleness.

A Slender tree stand alone in the fields, We spoke about greenish and mighty coulers evident in this `not yet summer` season.
Between the roofs of the far off town
the woods, we walked in when he was well, are far away like a low hill.

another of our pleasant customs `Birds song` echo quietly.

saw two Buzzards,one odd fox sat at kerbside.

The Seagulls are faintly overheard.