Nature Poems

	A Field of Fear A sheep rests like a birch A flock like a forest The darkening sky A descending leaf The cotton balls stand Wary as the grasses Never easily surprised By the milky moon Nothing can be done Not one thing. Shears As hard as dew drops Scar any movement The hills become wisps Of nimbus. Panicking crows Marry their cloaks in ramparts Snow drops are put out With a coddling cool kiss Night's lullaby polishes Its ebony cloth. Tomorrow's Midas scuttles down the sea © David Incoll 2001
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