Sunday, 22 May 2022

a misty dawn on the fens

 a misty dawn on the fens


hushed and once a golden breath is held

across the fen fields of a mist’s daybreak 

and see that path there it’s the one i’ll take

for there is no one where the corners meld 

save the moving of the mist bare perceived 

the slow slowly straightening of the reed

as the dampness runs from the rising sun

the adventure of a day has thus begun 


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