yet there are paths,
walked, not just
by one or two.
or rabbits.
have young feet run here,
or solitary folk, thinking,
watching light hit water,
where monks crossed.
the abbey is swathed in snowdrops,
this time of year.
look for twigs.

yet there are paths,
walked, not just
by one or two.
or rabbits.
have young feet run here,
or solitary folk, thinking,
watching light hit water,
where monks crossed.
the abbey is swathed in snowdrops,
this time of year.
look for twigs.

Thanks Paul