Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.

A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse, …