Savouring the end of summer
among the last blooms of
thrift and sea campion,
the cries of unseen kittiwakes,
clouds of swallows and martins
and the arrow-straight splashing dives of gannets.
It’s that time of year when every bit of warm sunshine is savoured. The air is cooler now, the wind is blowing from the north, but out of the wind the sun is still hot. We sat in the sun on the Mull of Galloway, sharing the end of summer with the birds. Soon they will be leaving, the kittiwakes out to sea, the swallows, house martins and gannets heading south for warmer climes. A day to remember, sunshine,warmth and memories to light us through the winter darkness ahead.
4 thoughts on “Mull of Galloway”
I love the range and blend of colors in the cliffs. Like an abstract painting done with a palette knife.
Thanks Arati, the cliffs were amazing, so much colour and texture.
I can feel the air of the fall sea as I read your poem and see the photos. Breathtaking!
Thank you. It was a lovely place
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