Glimpsed from the roadside-
‘Not a stag but a fallow deer’, he corrected me.
Meaning the ground that is empty, resting
And no longer fertile.
As in a fallow period without seed.
Skip and leap free,
Over the stubble fields and far away
Until you fall, fall low
And soak the soil once more,
A dusty earth turning to rust red.
Be heavy and still my dear.