Autumn daisies
In lilac crowds
Soft against the misty wall
Small fields
At the top of my morning
Have had their only mowing
Filling the air
With all of the sweetness
All the goodness
Of a warm spring,
A wet summer
Heady-scented
Like a fine red wine.
I wish I could bottle
The beauty of the year
The snowdrops
The Skylarks
The song of the Curlew
The shine of the Raven
The mythical hare.
#CoSopoetry