slowly
the sunlight through the corkscrew hazel
crumbles my face tangles in movement
across the white wall disentangling the shadows
from the light that is rushing off somewhere
chatting away in the birdsong
the cat has her back to it all
listening to gentle violin music
higher the sun days higher the morning
my coffee is ready and the scones are buttered
another jam and cream walk is planned
down to paviland today through the fallow
the tide is going out there now
slowly
over the fields under the sky
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