Refuge #nationalpoetryday

When moorland mists swirl and curl, 

I take refuge

In your velvet;

Your soft, green embrace. 

Cardigan-like, 

You keep me safe.



Grounded, like your Autumn leaves, 

Shed, like tears from storms now passed,

You hold my earthly form,

In non-transient, true belonging.

I am yours.

Weathered? Yes! Strong. 



You are Quantock:

Hill and coast,

Stream and pill,

You are Quantock:

Silence,

Still.

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Or...

In Haiku form:

A mist cardigan,

Woven through coombes, moors, embrace

Wrap me, refuge-like.



A Wensley

5.10.2023