We drive through the wood
where the trees stand naked.
Stark leafless branches
twist and snake towards the grey
sunless sky.
We drive past the fields
bare of crops and sludgey.
Rain falling dankly.
Thin hedge revealing brown
sullen earth.
We slide on wet roads.
Flashes light the puddles
dull green and greasy.
Matching our hopeless mood
this winter.
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3 comments:
nice poetry! Following your blog now. Happy new year!
Absolutely excellent verse and stunning photo to match. Very well done. Have a wonderful New Year.
Thank you chubskulit and Jo.
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