Waiting for a blackbird's song ...

Mist lapped the walls of the house - 

I'd been been dreaming of tropic seas - 

I woke to a colourless world - 

Chill meadows were cloaked in silence - 

The sun was a pale fruit above the noiseless river - 

I saw a spider's web strung with pearls - 

A blackbird opened its yellow beak - 

I waited for its song - 

09.30

Saturday 12 March 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset