The yellow sun would shine in the flawless sky ...

The clear river ran over white stones - 

We'd stood on Damer Hill, looking down upon heathland and pasture - 

A bird with wide silent wings had flown into a wood - 

Two horses had walked across an emerald field - 

The trees wore marvellous coats of leaves - 

Lichened stones had been dressed for All Souls' Eve - 

The air smelled of smoke and memory - 

I thought then of summer - 

I'd walk through meadow flowers, past drowsy girls - 

I'd swim here, in the deep pool shaded by gentle branches - 

The yellow sun would shine in the flawless sky - 

11.30

Monday 15 November 2016

Briantspuddle

Damer Hill

Dorset