Summerhill by Patrick Roycroft
CC-BY-NC: Alban Low
An ankle sprained A mind restricted Isolated Twisted Up to Summerhill Woods With hounds And hobble Grumbling traffic Fades Waterfall Whispers A wash Of white noise Grows As we climb Gravel crunch Deep brook babbles Buzzy harmonics Of bees and flies What’s on the breeze Trusty hounds ? Sniffs snorts Paws pad Ears flap Flick up To listen to What? A snap Of teeth A squirrel Escapes Awareness and soreness Expand Each squeaky step On dewy turf In the trees Wrapped in Deep Stillness Sweet Silence Pierced by Love lives Of Starlings Bright singing Woodpecker rapping Swallows riffing Winging back from Long journeys After the forest The summit In sunlight A ruin with a view Time to let silence Unfurl Healing the Swelling of Voices Whines Bullies Inside My beasts Up all night Give in Sigh We roll In long grass Show Some belly Kissing breezes Melt The start of the day
