Priory Cottage Christmas.

 


Grey and silent lie the

slumbering fields:

hedgerows ramble across

lost horizons, caught

between sky

and earth’s silvered

breath.

A single tree,

lichen bound branches

upraised splash

the day

with gentle colour.

© sweetwater 2020
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Ionicus

A nice, flowing poem, Sue, which shows your love for the countryside.
Luigi x

Supratik

A very nice read, as it were. Have a great 2020 Sue! Lots of blessings.
Supratik

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