Over the hill in the water-soft air we walked, just Kiffer and me, with Her and Jane, and Jane was kind and picked me up and held me, warm.
Along the road at Maes y Mynydd the field stone tumbled onto the path and foxgloves made walls of purple flowers. Skylarks sang and out at sea the white birds swirled with a promise of porpoise.
Kiffer ran ahead with the dogs, and over the hill to the city of badgers, tucked under the low thorn trees. The badgers were sleeping, waiting for twilight.
Over the hill Jane cuddled me close, wonderful woman who has looked deep into the eyes of wild tigers.
5 comments:
I love the idea of the city of the badgers - I want to visit there!
Always a pleasure to see you and where you live. Enjoy every moment...
What an idyllic place to go for a walk, such beautiful countryside. x
I can tell that Jane is very kind by how gently she holds you!
Will there be a book about the city of badgers, :-)?
In the horrible NYC humidity I am longing for Welsh hills.
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