Lane Isolation
Weekend storm winds render
Yonder tree dishevelled and distressed,
Yet in shock against a mauve and buff sky
It stands silhouetted.
Wintering woodland leans in surrender
To the prevailing gusts, depressed,
Yet that sturdy tree, if slightly awry,
Shaken, untidy and rough
Still stands unfettered.
And in the lane mud and rainwater gleam,
As sunlight’s final throes still weakly stream…
I had shivered, the knees had wavered
And the February wind had chilled,
Yet I had hovered,
Fiercely patient in silence
Until one badger had levered
And eased itself, wraith-like from a sett and had thrilled
Me as it too, had hovered
In a hollow, wrestling with its own natural reticence…
Pete Ray
22-02-2022
Temple Balsall. Worth the wait…
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