parked in a layby
the rustling of autumn leaves
that old copper beech
2 January, 2022
parked in a layby
the rustling of autumn leaves
that old copper beech
2 January, 2022
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
14 hectares of thrills, spills and fun!
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
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Ellen Grace Olinger