do you like the feeling,
walking ahead quickly,
moving forward, loosening limbs.
pushing through wind,
through water, rain slanting.
shouting, counting the rams,
shadowing shepherd. wee
mouse on the path, beady
eyed. these are the hopeful days,
weak sun aching to shine.
these are the days, the marches.
after
idly chat to neighbours, to fetch
the dog, to dawdle, to wind
slowly down.
the snowdrops are out.
sbm.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
do you like the feeling,
walking ahead quickly,
moving forward, loosening limbs.
pushing through wind,
through water, rain slanting.
shouting, counting the rams,
shadowing shepherd. wee
mouse on the path, beady
eyed. these are the hopeful days,
weak sun aching to shine.
these are the days, the marches.
after
idly chat to neighbours, to fetch
the dog, to dawdle, to wind
slowly down.
the snowdrops are out.
sbm.
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