Isolation.
A velvet mist whispers
in the air, shaded
grey clouds wander
the sky, and hazy green
freckles sweep through
the trees.
Nothing stirs, save a lone
lark soaring and singing,
weaving notes that fall
joyous, to the ear.
© sweetwater 2023
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very nice!
Thank you very much 🙂 Sue.
Superb!
Thank you supratik 🙂 Sue.
This reflects what so many of us experience in the countryside. Nicely penned.
With best wishes to you and yours in these troubles times,
Griffonner
Thank you so much, best wishes to you too, take care. Sue.
Lovely as ever! Not been around for a while; your poem is a nice welcome back. Kipper
You are very kind, thank you 🙂 I’m not here as much as I was either. Sue x