Must be the season of the witch
Sitting on the edge
look both ways
divine the future
recall the past
Split my focus between
Reality and imagination
Step quietly nearer death
Life all around me
Resting in peace is
A solace to the eye
Yet I ride the hedge
It makes me high
Elaine Booth
Mon 8th Nov 2010 21:51
This is spot on for the time of year - without talking directly about the end of the year, witches and so on. Much more subtle and evocative.