In between the greying and the silvering work and life the sombre brooding of time and the lull after the storms poetry crept upon me word by word phrase by phrase in a metaphor letters from the heart filling voids of loneliness with welcome solitude
In the afternoon Below a grey blue sky I hear the chatter Of the magpies. And they talk in bird talk In words unknown to me As they bob their little heads By the amaltas tree. Glad I am to hear them I listen carefully Happy to be in their - wondrous company