The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Through the dappled dewed ferns
Through the dappled dewed ferns
M A Heathcote
My grey ghost glides...
In and out the mottled sky’s
Beneath the bristle blue furs
Where a fox cub has lain aground
Here will my heart someday be found
Here will my spirits, soul, resound
In the quietude of a bluebells, mound!