Instructions

Stalk the top of the hill
with its foxglove phlox folds of fabric
clocks the long stick from the landing box
the fox slip in the muck the dry flick
of holly on stone
the wind the scarf unwound
the fern fronds

Stroll the bottom of the hill
with its bare branches bracken soft bones
the knock of cones as they fall the rigour
of resin the closed fists
the long stare the fire out
the fire
out