It's as though a brown fragrant hand is touching my shoulder -
I can smell the rich tipsy smells of windfallen apples -
Wood smoke perfumes my tweed jacket -
Leaves are falling from the Alder trees -
Long shadows are cast upon the lawn -
The warm air is precious now -
The river will flood the water meadows -
The moon will shine upon the white garden -
The day will come when I'll count the seasons -
15.50
Friday 23 September 2016
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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