In Baldernock Churchyard

From long autumnal walk
late sunlight swells my breast
hot and cold the rest at last
then half and half am I
both life and death
dark and bright-witted
poised as at the edge
guarded by wise yews
and boxed by hedge
exquisitely alone and sat astride
the bridge of stone I build
in thought and breath
to hold within my knitted fold
all those remembered gone before
belonging not to either realm
somewhat of both I take the helm
and move on forever
neither young nor old
but blowing as the wind sings
through all its shades
a million souls a-flicker
in the green grass blades.

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