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