This week
Let us seek
The pussy willow
On second thoughts
A silent solitary cygnet
On a silver lake
Slides away from me.
A silhouette
From a far land
Breathes beneath
The bridge's arch.
Ripples round
The rocky edges
Of the rushing weir
Shiver me.
The unexpected
Poem in grey
On this winter's day.
JL Feb 13 12:58
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