Up the pine,
a Norfolk star
Among weeds
pyracantha trees
rosemary
pollinated by tired bees
The summer's been too long
and night is near.
Flocks take flight.
Birds soon to roost -
a dove, a cock, a crow -
watch me pass.
Cows low
In a darkening field
two sheep sleep
near standing stones
the world is ending
somewhere in the world
it is ending
