Crisp dry dock leaf seeds
Premonitions of the frost
That soon will bite us
Crisp dry dock leaf seeds
Premonitions of the frost
That soon will bite us
Silk spins silently
While we’re weaving wily webs
To trap tomorrow
Wineberry wagtail
Count the sheep into the pen
Terrydiddle den
Trap me in with words
These unscalable fences
Pen me in again
Pierced by fierce dark eyes
An ambush, a surprise
Nowhere left to hide
Early morning sun
Rises from behind the trees
The storm is over
A sliver of sea
Silver lands nearer by half
So close yet so far
Stripy dumbledores
Buzzing bee merry and bright
Chin up now sunshine
The fine salty spray
I wait here while you slumber
Between cloud and sea
How you ground me down
Wound around your little crown
Pound into powder