Carl Austin Poems
- Autumn Moon Spotlight bright A branch tangled Tree climbing...
- Death Bed As I stroked her coarse grey hair And squeezed her...
- Man At The Library Stood at my shoulder in the British ...
- Stage Fright Puffs of white Push leaden curtains aside Sky ...
- Saturated As winter rattles doors again It used to bring ...
- Dampened Spirits Autumn wraps us in it`s golden If cold, ...
- Nature Watching Woken by the cry of gulls Same car alarm the...
I live on a big old wooden boat, at the top of a muddy tidal creek in Cornwall, England.
The pattern of my life is dictated by the relentless rhythm of the tide and therefore the stages of the moon.
Which is why the moon features so frequently in my poems, along with the avian river characters. more »
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A branch tangled
Tree climbing moon
Before the thinning foliage
As captured by Magritte
Caught in the open
Diving for cover of clouds
Now passes secretly
Shyly across the sky
Clear of the trees
Misty veil peeled back
Revealed in full gleaming glory
This searing satellite
Highlights it`s targets
Projecting well honed shadows
Onto glistening tidal mud
An owl hoots approval
For a perfect Autumn night.