Ian Whybrow

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Herefordshire Morning September 27th, 2015

October 1, 2015 - Filed under: Blog - Leave a comment

This now

 

Early I loped up Lyonshall Hill

To empty my head

But found it filled with morning light

And this instead.

 

The dawn was rosy-fingered.

Ha!  so was I.

The lucent mist that lingered

Watered my eye.

 

The sheep were shadowed in the fields:

Boulders; stone.

And quiet cows dipped down to browse,

Each its own zone.

 

Woodpecker swam their wavy way

From pole to pole.

Finches and chiffchaffs manned the hedge;

No other soul.

 

I clutch this ball of sweetness

That I have here

This now. A small completeness:

Herefordshire.