I waited for an owl to call my name ...

Gathering pine cones, I gazed up at the evening sky - 

There was a crescent moon above the quiet world - 

The leafless apple tree was lapped by uncut grass -

The air was soft with gentle voices -

I held the moon like a token in my hands -

I waited for an owl to call my name - 

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Monday 22 January 2018

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset