Take me over autumn fields and moors
wet with warm September falls of rain,
under the dark, familiar sky that roars
and lightens, and is yours and mine again.
Take my hand and laugh, then slip beside
the blowing wind we love, and run with me.
And we shall dance with hurried clouds and ride
upon brown rocks awash with sea.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Take me over autumn fields and moors
wet with warm September falls of rain,
under the dark, familiar sky that roars
and lightens, and is yours and mine again.
Take my hand and laugh, then slip beside
the blowing wind we love, and run with me.
And we shall dance with hurried clouds and ride
upon brown rocks awash with sea.