THE PRINCE AND THE CUPPIES

Friday, 5 December 2025

5th December 2025

 

Where were you today sharp wind

where were you today cold rain?

Unexpected blue skies , a warm breeze

the weeping silver birch still has golden leaves.

by the bell tower, brick red roof

a pigeon flies and shelters, pauses.

 as I do.


Copyright L. Ivison 2025




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