22.xi.20
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Govett’s 
a year from
the fires 
in a mist fling 
little and far 
stone shade 
swept! 
spring fresh from the trunk
green now where fires were 
a sunsay 
new leaf blue 
sawn! 
stacked! 
and bracken bright 
cast of a thousand shades 
far canyon maze 
to take the eye 
haze and the blue 
hewn! 
a grey of each colour shown
spread the map out under
see where come go
clifftop footfall
tips everywhere telling 
which hue will we be?
breeze heard where I stop 
flies rise 
to this occasion
 
 






 
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