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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