More rain…
Spitting and hissing,
neither Silent nor Holy,
Tom-cat sort of night.
(25/12/20)
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Lots of rain…
When it stopped raining,
night still sang its flowing song.
Then, the rain began.
(18/12/20)
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Pale winter morning…
A washed-out morning,
red squirrel provides colour
among bare, black trees.
(11/12/20)
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Wild night…
The wind is frantic:
Turning the place up-side-down
Like it’s lost something.
(04/12/20)