Wycombe Woods (Friday 11 July late evening)

I walk the Wycombe hills
At close of day
As night draws near
its curtain of darkness cross vales of green
Crouching cottages leaking light and life
silent stables standing

And I pass by

spectral sheep stop and stare
and startled animals scurry there
untidily like a fleeting thought in my mind

I just cant catch it

Black cows head bowed
dark thoughts unmowed
and tree and bush and here close in

walk faster, faster, faster
Light, life and longing
to be there