Autumnal Days

Grey clouds dispersing above the Lough, Grey geese skeining to winter fields for from arctic chill, Rainbow colours reflected in water still and deep, Chill and cold in the depths along with bream and Roach, Amongst the weed and silt lie Pike waiting patiently, For some small unassuming stickleback or baggie To fill its ever hungry belly. Arching rainbow across the hills leading to a pot, But the gold is in the town and its deep cold lough. Do Kelpies run off the hills finding refuge and rest, Down the burns they skelter unseen ,unknown, Only by frothy white water bubble and hear their , Unearthly whinnie amongst the crannies of ancient hill. On dark nights when water is high will you hear the Kelpies cry.