13 June 2012


Early Summer sensed in the late afternoon
The dry patches, the tall grasses 
The scents reminiscent of apothecary rooms ... dusty herbal scents 
In my hands collecting 
The crows in dark arguing in the air taking me back many years 
Movement in the landscape undulating in the invisible breeze 
Hay collected scattered in blocks along gold yellow fields 
Using the longer hours to the most now while they last 
Smiling . breathing . like a child