a blustery wind
fearful agitated trees
sudden change in light
a blustery wind
fearful agitated trees
sudden change in light
with spiky red hair
masked and wrapped in plastic gown
reluctant arm jabbed
a city of birds
an exuberant chorus
traffic’s heavy thrum
when our dog grew old
we carried her out and in
sighs and wagging tail
slip into cold clothes
your body still warm from sleep
enjoy the shiver
a friend posts pictures
Berlin’s pink blossom in bloom
here our trees in bud
day begins softly
muted colours, muffled sounds
the coo-ing of doves
three slender magpies
a large crested bird calls out
claims the largest tree
toast and marmalade
a mug of fresh pressed coffee
a personal space
a bowl of hot soup
three fat little carrots steam
a spoon slowly stirs
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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