Windfalls on the grass ...

Gathering windfalls, I thought of Richard's words -

They had been like birds, flying through a wood -

Each one almost caught by branches, or nets of ivy -

Each bird with its own song, heard by Richard when the moon was a yellow eye in the sky -

He'd caught those birds, one by one -

Arranged their songs into one song -

There they were before me, those songs -

Like windfalls from a tree -

The house made young -

The dark places light -


Tuesday 13 August 2019


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset