
Sunset,
Western trees
Submit to the night,
slowly
©Alan McKean

Sunset,
Western trees
Submit to the night,
slowly
©Alan McKean

Worn away
By
The clogs
The weariness
The tears
Mill steps
Carrying the weight of years
From the sheds
To the carts in the yard
Clothing the nation
But not the weavers,
They’re in hand-me-downs
© Alan McKean June 2021
The stairwell of Asquith Bottoms Mil, in Sowerby Bridge

ere I reach
my namesake town,
my life
enjoys
the idyllic Pennines,
and village life
© Alan McKean

dry leaves
summer's glory
winter's carpet

pennine butterfly
resting on hot summer's day
cooling open wings



Of bat
Of ball
Of hallowed turf
Of Pennine greens and golds
Of patchwork fields
Of grazing sheep
Of cries of “catch it”, “owzat”, and “six”
Of moorland skies
Of Pennine cloud
Of lonely scoreboards
Of parasols, pints, and picnics
Of autumnal hours
Above the valley
Of Pennine cricket
In West Yorkshire
©Alan McKean
23 August 2025
Written at Stones CC. Stones versus Mytholmroyd

River Yare, Brundall, Norfolk ©Alan McKean
a Norfolk sunset
reflecting the warmth of day
catching a shadow

A second chance
A second bloom
November roses,
Long separated
From their summer siblings,
Drift,
Hand in hand,
Into the prospect
Of cold winter,
Gracefully.

fishing boat ponders
inviting open harbour
sun's last goodnight gold

first autumnal mists
filigreean domiciles
spring up overnight