Turning in the Lane

I always loved
That turning in the lane
The high hedge
The wasps nest
In the cruck
Of blackthorn
The five barred gate
Two steps
And a leap
The ankle twisted 
And the limp home

Where that homestead now
The warm glow
In the inglenook
The woodsmoke tears
Bread thick buttered
And plum jam,
Smiled at faces
Lost and gone?
Where now the question
Leading me on
Into the mystery
Of the nave
Tomorrow?


JL May 2nd 08:45