ind over water,
stream over stone.
Trees are shivering
in gusty cornfields
- green over liquid gold.
Deep in hedgerow terraces
Sparrows gossip
and subtle spiders spin.
Along the pathway,
leaves cast a rich filigree
of light and shade.
Swifts over swallows
sweep the air.
Clouds hang idly
on distant hills.
Above all, the sun.
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