Through windows, I’ve watched the changing season, The persistent shift of shapes and colours, Until I’m enticed into the garden, Where I’m ambushed by rampageous brambles, And underfoot soil sinks as I amble. The tree stump by the gate slowly decays, Colonised by fungi, ants and beetles; Overhanging birches obstruct my way Through a forest […]
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