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Keith Wilson Nov 2019
I was reading this book
Was it an illusion?
I was drawn like a magnet;
I couldn not stop reading
I was bound to finish sometime
but
there was a problem
with the Quantum
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
Dark days again
Noisy in here today
resting on the spine of my book
my head's in a spin
making things impossible
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
Nice drop of rain Wednesday evening
will help the garden flourish
nice crop of Red Skin potatoes
No leeks this year to nourish
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
The old barn owl was on the wing
in line with the moon's shadow

I followed without a whisper
until he settled, in a nearby tree
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
A large sycamore
stands tall
like a guardsman
on parade
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
I went to mingle at coffee morning
with mixed feelings
All I could hear were voices
echoing along the passageway

There was nothing really of note
We seem to be going through
an unsettled spell
at the moment
Keith Wilson Nov 2019
The geese flew over, early morning
in strict formation
There seemed to be more than usual
Perhaps a dozen
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