Wild Words
ponderings, poetry and pieces of stories foraged from the wild...
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Orchard-drunk
Shadowy shade savoured
Walking through the old orchard
As fermenting fallen fruit
Infuses the warm, humid air
With sweet cidery smells
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