Dorset in View

From above, this region is a quilt

of all colours, covering a vast

and restless sleeper ; each week

the colours have shifted, wrapped

in season. No pause here. No holding still.

The tractor driver spends all the daylight hours

and more, lonely in his cab, changing

a field’s colour inch by inch, precisely

row by row. A young deer, ears up and pointed,

grazes watchfully nearby, safest

at centre, sharply in view.


Rogan Wolf, October 2016




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