A golden scarf ...

The logs wait for the fire - 

I pick up fallen branches in the wood -

I pass by old hedgerows, shorn for the winter - 

Rooks call to each other in the November sky -

I remember bright mornings in the garden -

I'd wear my summer shirt - 

Salt still in my hair -

My years a golden scarf -

Friday 6 September 2020

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset