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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...          
         
 
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2023
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