Apples for Tythes

 Step by step

The early light

Full of winter dreams

Is tangible in the air

Like swimming

Through those

Bare branches of

Lone coral trees

Where morning crows

Cough and call

The tides

 

These favourite lanes

Winding through winter

Paths steeped in water light

With apple trees for tythes

 

Paradise

Wellhouse

Pockets full of old rhynes

Views of the hill

Windmill

Wick

And above town

Where pavement heights

Change with

A will

 

Step by step in the early light

Walking the miles

Pockets full of old rhynes

And apples for tythes