I want to walk down sheltered hedge-lined lanes
Between tall willow herb and meadow sweet,
To watch the mist rise after sudden rains,
Be dazzled by the sun on fields of wheat.
I want to tour the high moors on a horse
Where buzzards glide in cloudless skies, so free,
Emerge from narrow corridors of gorse
And gaze across the diamond sparkling sea.
I want to pluck a peach, but not to eat,
To hold the fruit of sunshine in my hand,
To halt the flood of summer for a beat
And fix its fleeting beauty on the land.
Let thoughts of winter vanish in their haze,
I'll linger in the heat of endless days.