The dreadlocked bravos have stilled their chainsaws -
They're camped somewhere, perhaps in ancient woodlands, snaring rabbits as twilight falls -
Soon the apple tree will shed its leaves -
Wood smoke will scent the house -
The day will be shorter - the moon will be a cold white apple in the sky -
19.35
Sunday 11 September 2016
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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