HARVEST ELFJE
Buds
first leaf
clusters of flowers
promise my elderberry wine.
Fruity.
Elaine P 2013 (c)
Buds
first leaf
clusters of flowers
promise my elderberry wine.
Fruity.
Elaine P 2013 (c)
Rainbow heat haze moves
Aurora round the diamond
Sun sparkling through trees
Sky’s rosy eyelid closes
Moon rises, autumn equinox.
Dry Stone Walls of Cumbria
Hand laid by generations,
standing in the slatted blind
of horizontal drizzle,
in a force nine gale.
What stories could you tell us
of lives and deaths occurring,
romancing couples lazing,
on the crisp green grass.
What do you know of nature
when moss and lichen flourish,
the gathering of mushrooms
in an old milk pail.
Have you seen the shepherds shearing
combined harvesters roll on,
the blacksmith shoe the horses
while the cows mooch past.
Can you see the food we grow here,
the summer crops of barley,
leeks, potatoes, cabbages
and the oil seed rape.
Do buildings block your vision,
have you seen it all before,
do wind turbines disturb you,
can you still hold fast.
Elaine P Morris 2013 (c)
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