… but Frequently Invaded by Dark and The Bright, Crisp, Late-Winter Light

Cast Deep Impenetrable Shadows Across the Farmer’s Patchwork Landscape.

Heading Home at Last. Ever Longer Shadows

Striding ‘cross the earth Fleeing from the setting sun

For all that they are worth

Yet night-time soon will meet them

And greet them as a friend

Accept and then absorb them To dignify their end

(By Daisy W, my Mum….Date unknown)