'Mist in The Thames Valley Will Lift'

Dark sky reserve gives way to swathes

Of generous reds in bursting final words

Against the sky. Multitudinous -

To overwhelm the mind with more and more

And teach us to inhale the time the day the

Lovely sway in heavenly gatherings, floating

Harvest festivals of oak and ash and beech

And dreams.

So lift me, sing me, ease me. Let me

Lie with like of you, and

So show trust in me, my words, when I

Do not. To say a word of truth to you

Of this day too glorious to stay

Nor - in right mind - would we wish it so:

It banishes itself from sight.

And so will come again.

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