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Saturday, 9 January 2016

Sleepily

Sleepily the fields do lay
gently cloaked, at break of day
Cascading mist; serene hills
Barn-owl's call... whistling shrill

The sky turns, from blue to red
Sunlight winks o'er forest head, 
swallowed by the valley's mouth 
Full-moon setting... high in South 

© Debbie Razey 2016