The bank was thick with yellow speckled leaves
their brown and veinous palm-lines stretching out
as if each leaf was something important. The reeds
reached up from the slow-moving canal. In mute
ceremony tree-boughs overhung the path's sight.
Along the towpath brambles and creepers tangled.
There were sheep behind the wire fence, which put
Animal noise alongside rustlings - they fed
In that winter I stood and thought and was glad
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