We four heartbeats, climbed
Up a rutted path to ancient
Wooded ramparts, deep ditches
Holding our breath, we watched
A fledgling Nuthatch tour the oak
Whispering ghosts of Deveneberie
Dappled breeze, cooled our skin
You made me a handstaff of beech
To aid my tentative descent
I picked a spray of bachelor's buttons
To dress the table in our home
