Each breath filling me with summer ...

We climbed over the locked gate into Polar Wood - 

Walking under the bright leaves, we fell silent - 

Blue bells and wild garlic flowers lapped the roots of shining trees - 

Beyond the wood, a kestrel hovered above a gentle hillside - 

The hazy sea touched the land - 

Mares tails covered the sky - 

I breathed in the precious air, each breath filling me with summer - 

10.30

Friday 6 May 2016

Polar Wood

Kingston 

Dorset