A Druid’s Circle

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A circle cast in stone
A number never the same
Sparkles in the blue
This most normal of sacred
Crows gather and scatter
Prayers unfolding fingers trail
Across the currents
Dogs bark, children whinge
The high whine of lorry
A farm road runs through it
Secrets crowd herein
Tasting an air heavied
By the weight of years
Ghosts of cows in waiting
Breaths loop great scratch posts
Ashed remains the same
Centered in stillness
Fall backwards onto the earth
Now is your time to shine