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 2022
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A nice, flowing poem, Sue, which shows your love for the countryside.
Luigi x
Thank you very much Luigi. I was babysitting at my daughters cottage, but the view distracted me as usual 🙂 Sue.
A very nice read, as it were. Have a great 2020 Sue! Lots of blessings.
Supratik
Thank you Supratik, I’m happy you enjoyed reading it 🙂
All the very best for 2020 to you too.