Ursula Bethell

(1874 - 1945 / Horsell, Surrey, England)


Routine-galled, dulled, by many years cumbered,
slipping halter holiday-wise,
away into the west land.

So much cool green to see; such deep silence
to hear; clear silence; bright waters;
such deep-green of tree-shade; such chiming
of gem necklaces - birds shaking,
concealed, the leaves with crystal songs.

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