After the heavy rain of the last few days, the Olway Brook and the Usk river are once again muddy brown torrents and the meadows around them doing their job as flood plains. It's amazing how quickly these waterways can go from being the clear, shallow rippling waters, barely covering the pebbles on the bottom of their channels to the overflowing fast currents that they are now. At least this year they are doing it in the right season and not during Spring and Summer when the high waters cause devastation to wildlife.
Herons are enjoying the watery meadows, wading through the waters on their long legs. Flocks of starlings are grouping together, in trees and on wires, preparing themselves for Winter.
The Autumn-Elizabeth Barrett Browning.( lines from)
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill —
In spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.