Thursday 1 October 2015

 
 
 
 
Near the Windmill, Winchelsea
 
 
Bone hard the earth this autumn
rattle
of the wind through blown
thistles


balm
for burning grass
but not the long-awaited cold
rain


clatter
of the wings
of dragonflies



2 comments:

  1. I hear the rattle of the windmill's sails through your words. Lovely. And a gorgeous photo too xx

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  2. And I hear an african drum beat under each line

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