Past Arnside where the meadows blur with bay, <br />small pools of landlocked sky collect <br />among defiant green. <br /> <br />The sun clocks off and slips away, <br />distress flares from a Titan <br />streak the pastoral scene. <br /> <br />At Grange over Sands <br />grey stone frames an abstract view <br />of crimson, yellow, gold and rust <br /> <br />The thus depicted inlet, dims <br />and softly scolds <br />impatient dusk.<br /><br />Neil Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lakeland-dusk/
