Sweet cares rest

This twilight seems a veil of gause & mist

Trees seem dark hills between the earth & sky

Winds sob awake & then a gusty hist

Fanns through the wheat like serpents gliding bye

I love to stretch my length 'tween earth & sky

& see the inky foliage oer me wave

Though shades are still my prison where I lie

Long use grows nature which I easy brave

& think how sweet cares rest within the grave

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Image by my friend #JohnAbbott