THESE MOMENTS.
Hemlock
Clouds the hedge banks.
Light
Is high, a heaviness
And a stillness.
Slow air
Collecting summer,
A weight of green.
Pillow clouds
This light rests upon:
Grey and silver.
Content
To remain a veil.
The dry earth,
Warm and pale.
Nodding roses,
Damask scented.
—
simonhlilly 