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
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