September Sunset, by Britta Benson

I love autumn. I’ll be saying this a lot over the coming weeks and months. It’s my favourite season, and in my opinion, the most poetic of them all. So without any further ado, yet another autumn poem. Enjoy! September sunset September sunset spills across the edge of darkness, my old familiar friend. A worldContinue reading “September Sunset, by Britta Benson”

A lovely sunset, by Britta Benson

So here’s my question for today: What do you say, when you walk along the beach and see the most beautiful sunset start, develop and… die? On my evening walk, I struggled for word, my brain went into overdrive and then, I passed an old man, sitting on a bench, simply enjoying the spectacle. ‘That’sContinue reading “A lovely sunset, by Britta Benson”

Sunset, by Britta Benson

Sunset Sunset ushers in disputes and objections. Even the birds succumb to this urge for a sweet little while until all is soothed and settled for the night. Do not hold on too hard once the world has gone quiet or try to grab a sinking sun by the scruff, squeeze life to death withContinue reading “Sunset, by Britta Benson”

A very Scottish sunset, by Britta Benson

My daily poem is a silly one today, an observation, the study of a sea gull and a chip. A chunky chip. It may be called French fry or Pommes frites in your country. It seemed to be the only bright yellow object in the sky today, at least in my neck of the woods.Continue reading “A very Scottish sunset, by Britta Benson”

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