PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: gardener
Outlook
A stray bare branchraps against teary, dreary panesI tap the barometer rain-no-change its outlookI’m looking out, a stir-crazy ladygardener stuck in an indoor mire mired in mud, daffodilshave raised swathes of souffle-lemonI’ve a taste of things to come Joining De in her 44 word…
This year’s nests
“Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year’s nest!” * A robin is not just for Christmas kitsch cards and rosy redbreast in sentimental snow – this blooded bully with its matador caped chest and eye, beady sharp as scissored beak is salve for wakeful winter midnights compulsive songster…
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