Poet on a Hill

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Actual posting date 26-11-10

Just done a crafty three-miler over the hill; moon, eyeing up the sun across a blue sky; air, crisp as a white wine; fields, white with frost; hedges, smothered in old-man’s beard; Cardiff, down there, bubbling softly in a bowl of hills; lovely wife for company. This is the way I live it up.