28 NOVEMBER 1987, Page 38
Estuary at Twilight
As though they were the whitecaps On night's incoming tide Which, cold and stiff, the off-shore winds Had somehow petrified, Egrets stand in the freezing shallows Along the riverside.
As though they were the whitecaps On night's incoming tide Which, cold and stiff, the off-shore winds Had somehow petrified, Egrets stand in the freezing shallows Along the riverside.