by John Barlow.
every so often a breeze in the goldfinch hedgerow
summer morning the beck sings the shape of a trout
a movement inside the cuckoo spit roadside timothy
16th June 2012
by John Barlow.
every so often a breeze in the goldfinch hedgerow
summer morning the beck sings the shape of a trout
a movement inside the cuckoo spit roadside timothy