Wednesday, January 18, 2012

river 2012 - 18

Rain overnight and this morning
not a crackle of frost on the trees
or along the kerb around the yard
only a mist of grey above
and between the bare branches.

I miss the hills, the green roll
of them swallowed by cloud.
The day is too soft for clear thought.


  1. That last sentence alone is stunning. Always good to check in with your blogs. I always feel thoroughly satisfied and deliciously inspired!