Again the pencilled greys
permeate the valley view
the evergreens veiled

a breeze that comes and goes
waves the willows wands

one bird hangs on
rides into the day
its feathers all one way

the sky is not
it left with light
though paled

the only stars  
are those of houses
where ****** of colour
create their own terrestrial Milky Way

Margaret Ann Waddicor 2nd April 2016