Not yet the half-light
Though neither still the brightness
Not yet knowing what I might achieve
Though neither still to fend off the dullness
Shadows, flames, and carrier bags
Jumpers, and presents
Familiar names written on tags
A stillness, and a breeze
A union flag, in flight
Beyond those trees without leaves
The nuance, of a germ, of an idea
Close on to nostalgia
Yet just far enough away
Walking across the field
There and back
To Angel Barn
In a corner of Eden
