It was early, early
On a summer's day
The sky hung dark and low
Peace was still and silent
The mills were hidden.
She mets me at the bend
Lithe, alert
Waiting for me.
She leads me down
Along the way
A mile or more
Along the track,
And as I watch
She meets her love
And they are dancing
On the lawn
Utterly themselves
In the grey dawn
#CoSopoetry