The moon glade, gathering
My stealthy shadow, lighting
The wood and me, brightly
Flashing in amber glow, a warning
Its crepuscular namesake, hiding
Cryptically beneath the holly, stirring
Its wings a blur, zig-zagging
On the waning of the Woodcock Moon.
When I fall I dream my leaves will brighten Recalling a life lived well To nurture future souls Gabriel Hemery, November 2021
I have been honoured to receive the Roger Deakin Award from the Society of Authors in support of my writing.