I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and day
where summer flower
swells, drops autumn fruit
‘Fore cold winter stone
adorned in bulbed spring
I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and day
one high, a verdant
View to mountain peak
One low, with snapping
Dogs and bones beneath
I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and day
a narrow path which
bends, low back a ridge
Serpentine and smooth
whose face peers full west
I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and day
Hazel lined, with furze;
there Ash, and darkest
Thorn; Elder shades May
Tree, and bramble wild
I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and day
Screeching call of owl
rings high o’er bleat and
lowing, through soft rain
dance, and sigh of leaf
I live between two crossroads
‘twixt night and…..
~TL 2012
Confessions of a Hedge Witch 
Enjoyed the contrasts of living between light and dark. Intriguing. The rhythm also flows. Often wish I could manage rhymed poetry with such a fluid flow. Thank you for post.
Thank you, for that! 🙂