I walk in summer fields
Through shadowy patches still clinging to the dawn’s dew
Gently it bathes my naked toes as I brush through the tall, soft grass
Sharp, cool water, quickly warms on my skin and I lose sensation of it
A grass seed sticks under my foot
Warm sun now fully alive in the North and I am bathed in summer
Yet still the dew clings and the denuded path is soft underfoot
Morning light is hours old by now, I’m really late to this meeting
Curlews call in the breezy, blue sky
An unseen nettle stings my ankle
How strange, I’m usually so careful to move like a dancer around them
A rabbit comes towards us
Not seen by him, we watch his effortless jumps
Ears erect, body so comfortable
How rare to see a wild animal at peace in its own world
Accidental, unavoidable fear follows me usually
I’ve not thought of this before
I leave no trace of my passing
Nwyfre 