On a grey and misty morn

By the river with foghorns mournful

Stomp along damp and happy

Dogs are happy waggy tails while they sniff and scent.

Sounds come to me muffled and low

Conversations heard but not understood

Feeling cosy in the enveloping grey

Safe within the stillness all around.

Glimpses of the river drift in and out of view

And tell me that autumn has arrived.