lily field at the edge of a forest
scarlet asks me : daddy what is a gnome?
a house in a tree
the little grey men
oh they fled their england so long ago
foxglove and poppy
violet and rose
watercolour childhood left out in the rain
south is the winter
north is the summer
at the edge of a forest we see lily field
we see arboreal spirits who tend to their tree
we see the ravens and castles and war for a crown
we see the lake of forgetting
we live the day of remembering
we dream of a night and then it comes into being
and the roots hammer deep under the oak
and the river rushes pleasantly along
a hundred years could pass this way it would seem in the end
just one day
lily field then in her patterns of june
her aprons of april
her man on the moon
lily field where witch hazel lie
where creepy bat and slow worm and trespasser die
she stands at the edge of a forest decor of dew
patiently waiting waiting for you
scarlet says : you should write the end
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