THE HEDGES
The hedges hawthorn foam.
Precise time ceased and waiting.
A mist to smudge everything not near.
And a blue cool watchfulness
Before slow, large drops of rain.
Hills, and hills behind the hills, we see.
Hills and hills in the heart of the land.
Inch by inch they choose green
Over wan winter brown.
Inch by inch they swell and sing
Sated with descending arcs of summer stars
—
simonhlilly 
Beautiful and evocative, Simon. “Hills and hills in the heart of the land” – the imagery of this poem spoke deeply to me. I live in a land of hills and I love the rhythm of the land. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you!
I like the ‘rain over the hills…’ line after the pause of the photo! Intended or no 🙂