And at the last
when the earth was rain-swollen
and green-soaked, when the dripping leaves
were full of singing birds,
I watched the kestrel skimming the cow parsley,
snails sliding at their stately pace
towards the tenderest leaves,
and the gold in the sky,
how it matched the sodden haystacks
and torched them with sunset fire.
And at the last when the earth was rain-swollenand green-soaked, when the dripping leaveswere full of singing birds, I watched the kestrel skimming the cow parsley,snails sliding at their stately pacetowards the tenderest leaves, and the gold in the sky,how it matched the sodden haystacksand torched them with sunset fire.Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
