Friday, 6th March, 2015.

Waiting, Waiting

          The scene is still.   Trees, even yet without their leaves, stand stark.   A solid cover of grey clouds hangs above.   No birds skim over to give the scene life.

          It is as if the whole of what I see is . . . waiting . . . waiting . . . for something . . .

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1 Response to Friday, 6th March, 2015.

  1. marian Hunt says:

    I really like this, didn’t know you were a poet!

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