Saturday 7 January 2012


In the grey winter light
everything loses its depth
only the wet things are interesting
drops of water on rosebay willow herb
pools of silver rain in the potholed road
the damp earth we tear up with the wheelchair’s tires

4 comments:

  1. Your stone evokes rich smells of wetness.

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  2. This is lovely ...and the wheelchair is an unexpected twist.

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  3. Thanks Rosemary, I was out walking with one someone I do some support work for.

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