Norfolk morning

  Owls, hidden in acorn laden oaks,Speak a soothing, soft goodnight to each otherAs the sunrise, that only I and the farmer greet,Suggests the bright night stars should sleep. The gentle rolling simmer of ochre pigeon chatter,Is occasionally broken by the staccato scratches dispatched by fire-grate painted pheasants.Hares scuttle through the sharp spikes of fadingContinue reading “Norfolk morning”