another green world

 

 

there is a time that lies

between the passage of spring blossom

and the spurting eruption of summer bloom

 

 

 

 

 

 

real gone

 

 

an early morning walk

in the early morning sun

in an early morning village

in an early morning world

 

and the sky is warm and high

and the grass has grown fast

and the sun is shining brightly

on a day that's green-cut cast

 

the field is cut

the hay is baled

and soon it goes from view

a memory as time flows past

of where the grass once grew.

 

 

 

 

   

the light passed between us

 

 

 

 

 and so the light

passed between us

sliced

through british country life

 

tracing summer

and a thousand years

of monks

who line our endless path

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

summer's almost gone...