Another winter-themed poem and reading....
Winter evening
The nights are closing in,
crisp mornings barely light the way
into a semi-lucid winter’s day.
Air hangs limply, shedding mist,
suspending rain til it fancies to fall.
A silent green permeates it all.
Sinking mud hugs our booted feet,
a hard slog through sodden leaves,
blackbirds chortling in the trees.
We almost expect a hobbit house
to poke through sunken hedgerows,
coffee beans welcomed by our noses.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 23, 2020
In the YouTube series of me reciting my poems, here I am reading out this one. The video goes live at 6pm UK time. Thanks to Graham Fraser for organising this YouTube series. Cheers :)
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