Dec 2020
rise early
mist the first murmurings of morning
and the blue
smudged by a finger
to a dusty half-purple
half-nectarine sky where the perfect
blot of post-Christmas sun welcomes us
commas of snow
like the night shedding its skin
a chill coating our throats
but each inhalation a gift
a lungful of life
mist the first murmurings of morning
and the blue
smudged by a finger
to a dusty half-purple
half-nectarine sky where the perfect
blot of post-Christmas sun welcomes us
commas of snow
like the night shedding its skin
a chill coating our throats
but each inhalation a gift
a lungful of life
Written: December 2020.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a friend's image of Langsett Reservoir in Yorkshire, Eng;and. Feedback welcome. As always, there is a link to my Facebook writing page on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a friend's image of Langsett Reservoir in Yorkshire, Eng;and. Feedback welcome. As always, there is a link to my Facebook writing page on my HP home page.
