simonhlilly

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GYLFINIR

(The Curlew)

cool morning.
clouds rise.
the curlew calls.
sunlit
is the new horizon.

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damp grasses –
fresh green.
sheep in the fields
curlew on the hill.

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inner light.
sun slips through
before the rain.
a distant curlew calls.

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melancholy joy.
a pause in the rain.
the curlew’s descending call.

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perhaps we shall
be forgiven
perhaps, forgotten:
cuckoo and
curlew
in the empty wood,
the flowering field.
sunlight and
shade
on the distant
mountain.