Friday, 4 March 2016


‘Beautiful’ was all
we shared as we passed by and
greeted the morning.

‘Beautiful’ was all
that was needed to
a bright winter sun
a sharp, biting wind
a clear expanse of blueness
an absence of rain
light bouncing off yesterday’s puddles
the gleaming greenness of wet grass
stark trees latent with buds and leaves
waiting to burst forth
the shininess of each individual ivy leaf.

Beautiful was all.

© 18 Feb 16

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