the year pauses and takes a breath
days of pencil sketchiness
with a misty wash
spikes of last years hedge trimmings
brutally exposed
weep tears of dismal drizzle
silence
wrapped in fog
protected
cloud whispers to earth
in muted undertones
longstanding companions exchanging news
aware of each others rituals
grey days
a breather before the rush of spring
4 comments:
S- such poetry reflecting such beauty - and after the pencil sketchiness comes the bursting of spring. Great to be out and alive in it. Go well. B
Oh Suzi, the combination of words woven through your sublime images have brought deep peace to me this morning.
Yes Barry, tis lovely to be in x
Laura... glad to be of service, lol... this way you can see it without the mud! wishing you so much peace, always x
Such dreamy images and words. Lovely.
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