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Late September Morn

I, dreamlost,


to golden leaves of beech


from my bed

as airdew clouds over the hedge

rise and vanish

as the eastern horizon above the valley

is lost, sunk

beneath dawndrifts of mist

not yet warmed to fade

beneath the clear blue sky;

the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,

droplet bent:

cool promise as

I, barefooted,


the cusp of the day


◄ #BeMoreSnail #Brighton

Autumn Thoughts ►


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jennifer Malden

Mon 8th Oct 2018 17:02

Beautiful - a real autumn feel to it. Like the double words - dreamlost - airdew - dawndrifts.

Surprised your stuff doesn't get the attention it deserves.


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