#hemisphere - Hello Poetry

Harsh wind screaming moaning with the crisp bite of Autumn night Dark shadows dancing tossing with the branches of bare grey Elms The lanes are winding uncurling in the pale orange glow of headlights Sudden hedgerows green edging the limits of the night Power-cut darkness all around silhouettes strange in the headlight beam No farm lights distant on the Tor guiding beacons of open field and place Cottages shuddering their thatching thrilled chimneys smoking message-morse Pub signs banging wildly flapping in a crazy dance inside candles flickering distorted patterns in tiny panes of rounded glass Old stone steeple steady dull toned bell catching a ride on the wind to the copse And still the lanes thread out beam-born a ribbon of pebbles and stone stretching into the night until they melt into the flat black tarmac of the motorway.

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Nov 15, 2016

Nov 15, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC

magicpoet01

October in Swallowfield

Harsh wind screaming moaning with the crisp bite of Autumn night Dark shadows dancing tossing with the branches of bare grey Elms The lanes are winding uncurling in the pale orange glow of headlights Sudden hedgerows green edging the limits of the night Power-cut darkness all around silhouettes strange in the headlight beam No farm lights distant on the Tor guiding beacons of open field and place Cottages shuddering their thatching thrilled chimneys smoking message-morse Pub signs banging wildly flapping in a crazy dance inside candles flickering distorted patterns in tiny panes of rounded glass Old stone steeple steady dull toned bell catching a ride on the wind to the copse And still the lanes thread out beam-born a ribbon of pebbles and stone stretching into the night until they melt into the flat black tarmac of the motorway.

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*if you choose to step into my hemisphere, i will not apologize for the rain.*

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC