Slush and
mud
fill the
verge
compacted
flakes
vein the
dirt
hoary
imperfections
hedgerows
crackle
give up
their
frosted
views
the air
has stopped
Parlick
holds
its
breath
the frame
is set
Ha. Now I AM homesick for the Bowland fells...and I've never been to Lancashire :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading inbetween the lines Rob - I am indeed missing the cold!
Deletegreat shot that
ReplyDeletefor a solstice
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ReplyDeletefor a solstice
in some other part
the halves equal
a great shot
between the lines
missing the cold
missing the warmth
hip goes snapping past
ReplyDeletebooks and music baby
dance it away
my paintings
in the gallery
snap snap
happy
ReplyDeletetilted like that
what do you want
a massive hit long ago
had some impact
people still remember