Also the still, with stillness
At the apex of the tree
Such light, so still
That it highlights one tree
Ahead of the bank of forestation
Is the new dress
Still then favoured
Will it do for the wedding
Are the shoes though
Still to be chosen
Comfortable for the all day
The horizon takes all in
The one still cloud
Is slow to drift
In the jungles isn’t there a word
For that place
Where sky and forest meet
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018
