An Eerie Mist

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Mar 17, 2020 

A eerie mist
A wild bird's call
A sea of grass now calm
No progress here
No want or need
To defile this beauteous realm.
To dwell a while 
Upon the moors
With sun to kiss the face
Think nought of time
and give oneself
To nature's wild embrace.

Geoffrey Price
written at Haworth West Yorkshire
7. 5. 1998.

 

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