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.