West End Show
the fields are on fire under
a rich marmalade sunset,
the fresh plough burnished,
leafless tanglesome
hedgerows shot through
with the sun’s dying rays,
myriad pinprick embers
sit like red fireflies among
the backlit twigs, nature’s
free pyrotechnics show
© Graham R Sherwood 03/25
Stephen Gospage
Wed 19th Mar 2025 13:48
Your poem brings it to life, Graham, as if the reader was there.