Tuesday, 21 August 2018

perforce

so when my verses cut the wind, 
and send it rankling in the trees,
perforced they finally shed their leaves;
and then, and only then, do i see
deep, deeper o the shankle woods,
and softly upon these russet words
i tread ever so lightly,
before i dare and tiptoe in.

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