Cold Light Of Day.



The bleak chill of a grey

dawn glances through

my window, arching mist binds

tree and sky as young leaves

quarrel in an ill-tempered wind.

Stilled now the choir,

as spring’s fresh ardour has

cast aside it’s bright embrace.

© sweetwater 2023
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I really like this one, Sue. It has a rich sensory feel to it. My one critical suggestion would be to drop ‘bleak’. Maybe look at the line-breaks (for readability)
Jim x


I always appreciate how you see nature in the way you do. Not an observer only but more a part of it all. Another gem
Alison x

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