Kint' wander

It's genuine,
boots filled
with bitter water,
cranes in sky
flood of cloud
upon gloomy tree line,
helicopters - seed
and man made
soaking in
unpredictable rain,
bird chatter,
last lone wildflower,
grass stems
that look like
fields of Christmas trees
and closer still
ghost mouth
spider webs,
angelica heads,
gutteral sound
of trains in sky,
nettles meeting
legging legs
and snails,
the infinite breeding
of lightning struck snails,
resting on brim
of oversharpened bramble,
the kind that induce tears
after harvest delight,
mud bums,
frozen faces,
redden cheeks
and alive eyes
the price and pay off
of autumn,
rosehips,
blackbirds
and a fire once home.