Come the Hill
and contact notes
abound
arriving in their droves,
they'll sup the berry-blood
of hedgerows,
in the cheese-and-ale
mist that hove the woodlands
from their mooring
My love for this
remains undimmed,
if anything , intensified,
as in these clock-wise hands
I clutch,
both epilogue and origin..
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Come the Hill
and contact notes
abound
arriving in their droves,
they'll sup the berry-blood
of hedgerows,
in the cheese-and-ale
mist that hove the woodlands
from their mooring
My love for this
remains undimmed,
if anything , intensified,
as in these clock-wise hands
I clutch,
both epilogue and origin..
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