Sitting,dreaming warmth of candles to take away the chill.

Feeling slow desire, moon rising, to see what's over hill.

A low slung string of sand coloured petals,
Silver birch standing gaurdians as rails of metals,
cacophony of seabirds shrill to the ear
warning to all not to come near.

In the distance, a howling, covers the hooting owl,
as it screeches deliverence and takes of the fowl,
whilst wrapped in a blanket feelings unfold,
with each caress in the darkness,story once more told.

Dawns chorus arriving, soon cuts like a knife.

As once more be reminded the circle of life.