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This Past Future Forager.
September? I shall be a forager...
as I ride Autumn's woodland's bridle paths,
trailed by belladonna's sweet aroma
and the shock of bright blue-flowered wild flax.
I have marked sweet apple; crab-apple trees,
blackberry, hazel tree's nuts, squirrel-like,
and I shan't do battle with working bees
for they guard their King, sleeping, in the hive...
There is Shakespeare in woodland and hedgerows
his bitter rue, the three witches hedge-pig,
wild parsley, thyme, crabs to hiss in my bowl
and Kate, slender, twinned with these hazel twigs.
Such great wealth Will willed us, above, a few
Winter, Macbeth and, Taming of the Shrew...
as I ride Autumn's woodland's bridle paths,
trailed by belladonna's sweet aroma
and the shock of bright blue-flowered wild flax.
I have marked sweet apple; crab-apple trees,
blackberry, hazel tree's nuts, squirrel-like,
and I shan't do battle with working bees
for they guard their King, sleeping, in the hive...
There is Shakespeare in woodland and hedgerows
his bitter rue, the three witches hedge-pig,
wild parsley, thyme, crabs to hiss in my bowl
and Kate, slender, twinned with these hazel twigs.
Such great wealth Will willed us, above, a few
Winter, Macbeth and, Taming of the Shrew...
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