Harvest moon

Written By Flora Arbuthnott

Being present to receive the gifts of the land.
We live in circles.
Finding the old circles.
Woods, river, sea, river, woods.
By the call of the cuckoo, and then the blackberry.
The drum beats and seasons pass.
Leaves fall as harvest rise.

Flora Arbuthnott https://www.plantsandcolour.co.uk
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