Wild brambles in the foggy stillness

Today i walk with my stick
Pausing often
Lingering by this stream
Strangely ferrel in this dream of steel and glass

I listen to the wind without knowing the sound
No longer demanding to know a name for everything
Grasping with an open hand

Wild brambles in the foggy stillness
Bird-cries in a small wind

One moment more
And then lunch

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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