Willows I planted 

Only a few years ago

Already dwarf me

A discarded shell

Faded by sea and sunlight 

Useless and broken

Migratory birds

Darken the sky overhead

Like threatening rain clouds

A round white mirror

Peeping from behind the clouds 

Werewolves prowl alone

Treacherous beaches

Sinking in my quicksand heart

Running to the shore

With sodden footwear 

We trudge through barren marshes

When barons once ruled 

Moss covered foothills

Ripples fly across the lake

Like swooping swallows

After a damp noon

Wind whipped clouds rolling away

A silver lining

Freshly cut grass scent

Carries me back to last year

Familiar turf

I will carry you

Over snowy mountain peaks

Until darkness falls

Golden grasses droop

Like an ancient photograph

Summer starts to fade

Although this rain falls

Sending shivers down my spine

I will not dissolve

A thin slice of moon

Peeping out from thick branches

And guiding us home

Moonlit grass seeds shine

Shadows loom from the hedges

Here I’m powerless

In just a few years

Our bodies will turn to dust

The trees will stand still

Summer ambles on

The stream slows to a trickle

We drift off to sleep

Secret water falls

Heavy, salty and ashamed

From frail eyelashes

Under the oak tree

Nestled between ancient roots

Until the rain stopped

Warm earth between toes

Crawling with fearful insects

Worms cast and ants swarm

In a metal box

A hundred feet per second

Into the darkness

Giant owl eyes wake

As dusk creeps into the woods

The badgers emerge

Woken with birdsong

Music from another world

That raises the dead

On soft summer lawns

Where tiny feet dare to tread

In their mother’s steps

Follow me downstream

Like water under the bridge

To the ocean goes