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.



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