frost-rimmed window panes
frame the sun’s oblique ascent
a fluffed-up bird waits
frost-rimmed window panes
frame the sun’s oblique ascent
a fluffed-up bird waits
dressing in the cold
cloudy breath and stamping feet
colours blue and gold
the morning sky smudged
from grey through yellow through pink
a single leaf falls
pastel painted sky
the soft crunch of passing feet
a nip in the air
in my top drawer
beneath my socks – chocolate
winter sustenance
over the Earth’s rim
a tentative sun peeps out
women clear rubble
as the leaves darken
sun assumes its autumn stance
oblique shadows fall
timeless afternoon
meeting friends of thirty years
sharing memories
passing by our gate
morning walkers and their dogs
a bowl licked quite dry
a hot upward draft
scrapes a branch against a wall
a dozing bird blinks
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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