Moorland's yellowing
parchment of the ancient bards :
druid oaks gaze down.
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Squirrel on the wall,
his Spiderman impressions ;
hides map of acorns.
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Spikes of many reeds
recall the hedgehogs long gone :
vanished, no headlines.
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Amber, brown, orange,
all the colours of dying ;
a wondrous leaving.
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A rare and shy jay,
the last wild flowers reaching
to swallow-seek sun.
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From the east and west,
high and low, between the light
and cloud......it will come!
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