Sleeping in fields

[Keith]

Edit 1 Thanks to Tectak and Billy

The Cider threw me off my feet,
steeped before an apple sleep,
watching bats cross coastal downs,
head first goes the hedgerow clown.

The day had yawned and let me be,
crusty eyes blink morning trees,
filtered fresh behind olive blinds,
a straw hat halo held my mind.

Pulling corn stalks I make my stand
and take a scarecrow's offered hand.
The ground turns hard with little trace
of summer ways in a winter place.

As snow takes hold blown into drifts
I see a shape as day light shifts.
A body curled against the cold,
the scarecrow whispers,
it's time, you're old.



Original

The Cider threw me off my feet,
talking bats cross costal downs,
headfirst through the hedgerow,
steeped before an apple sleep.

The day had woken way before me
filtered fresh behind olive blinds,
haloed by a crushed straw hat,
crusty eyes through sunlit trees.

Pulling corn stalks I make my stand
and take a scarecrows offered hand,
but ground turns hard with little trace
of summer ways in a winter place.

As snow takes hold blown into drifts
I make out a shape as reality shifts.
A body curled against the cold,
the scarecrow whispers;