Golden sky
white gold
the land is dead
sleeping beneath
autumn’s crown;
bare trees beyond
the Norman church
look down @ dusty grave.
A swallow’s flight
the lonely owl
the badger & the hedge pig
curl in hibernating nest.
Golden sky, old gold
& you & I
stumble towards
the musty earth
to dream to sleep
to lie forever
in earth’s closed
treasure chest
of bone.
Advertisements
