Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Wednesday, 8 April 2026
Primroses
Walking to Highwood we saw primroses -
Each pale flower like words spoken in tenderness -
Remembered years afterwards -
The April sun was low in the sky -
Young trees cast slim shadows -
Later, the moon would fill the sky -
Highwood
April 2026
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment