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.