~Autumn Tide~ by P. D Brown Now they come from barrow, mound and henge enclosure,From Low Connie’s winter solstice clock,And further afield; the mighty three at Thornborough.A Bronze Age woman rises from Kirkcarrion, A sun-disc round her neck. She steps into her ox-drawn waggon,As skeins of geese fly by, And all around the earth at…