We drowned here today...
Sluiced along curious Holloways papered in shell.
We knew few colours by name,
Yet saw how they merged, circled, embraced,
to sweet-talk the senses to parley.
Last night the first Redwings sipped the late air
with the high-muffled chatter of Fieldfares passing.
Morning came garnished in far borrowed glories.
The place where we wonder to drown.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
We drowned here today...
Sluiced along curious Holloways papered in shell.
We knew few colours by name,
Yet saw how they merged, circled, embraced,
to sweet-talk the senses to parley.
Last night the first Redwings sipped the late air
with the high-muffled chatter of Fieldfares passing.
Morning came garnished in far borrowed glories.
The place where we wonder to drown.
"Redwings sipped..."..the contact call of Redwings, is often written as "Tseep"
"Wonder to drown" as opposed to "Wander to drown" seemed to lend more space to thought!
Big Ones!
Ali **
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