Sounding out autumn on the Solway
It’s quiet for now but the waves of Barnacles are close. Thousands of geese are migrating from the Arctic every day, settling on the Solway to escape the harsh Svalbard winter. The skeins speed overhead in a cacophonous cloud, swirling, unsettled, mad. And when the deafening sky fades and the last outliers pass, an expectant stillness settles on the sands, fields and rivers. The next invasion is imminent and compulsively you scan the empty skies and listen for the elemental sounds of autumn. The long, languorous summer is over.
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I’m looking forward to joining your journey in a new place for me:)
Great to see you. Welcome aboard!
A lovely, fresh perspective on autumn. One rarely things of the sounds of autumn because the sights and smells are so out front.
Thank you. Perceptive words!
Hah, except the wrong words. “thinks” Sheesh.
Poetry!
I’m going to miss the summer. Great photos, Nancy.
Thank you. And yes, me too, but I think we’re fortunate to have distinctive seasons. Happy Fall, Canada!
Somehow reading these lines is exactly what I needed so thanks Nancy
You’re very welcome – but I’m surprised they suit your mood when you’re just heading into summer. N