Neville

Bride of the Hedgerows

Bride of the Hedgerows

 

It seems to me

She’s 

Everywhere

On leaves

On trees on

Moonbeams 

Fair

With autumn

Highlights

In her hair

A silver weave

Runs

Through the

Cotton dress

She so much

Loves to wear

On evenings

Such as these

 

It seems to me

She’s

Everywhere

More lovely than

A leeward

Downcast  

Soulful stare

And

Filled to overflow

With

Bronzes

Golden browns

And greens

A colour wheel

Of inbetweens

Of berries pulses

Nuts and seeds

This winter