Jan 15

One year on,  the same scene almost - Wye Head Wood,

low sun bursting through, our garden shadow streaked.

Yet standing here, where my former self once stood,

one year on all's subtly changed. Wye Head Wood 

strewn with broken boughs; how each moment wreaked 

its little chaos like a slow growing flood.

One year on, not quite the same scene - Wye Head Wood,

low sun bursting through, the garden shadow streaked.