Pigeons explode from the stillness…
Pigeons leave the trees
with a sharp clapping of hands.
Loud in the silence.
(29/11/24)
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Watching the leaves falling, back-lit…
Leaves are butterflies,
fluttering down from the beech,
all coppery-gold.
(22/11/24)
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The hooded crows are at it again…
Hoodies’ hoarse calling
rips the silent, morning peace.
It’s all about them.
(15/11/24)
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The beech trees are glorious…
Beech stand in gold lanes.
Think, silently, of summer.
Pigeons flee loudly.
(08/11/24)
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Unusual weather…