Fell Foot Park.
Wind ruffles my hair,
lake ripples roll towards me
across Windermere,
stopping short, unlike the wind,
blowing to infinity.
Elaine Morris (c) 2014
Wind ruffles my hair,
lake ripples roll towards me
across Windermere,
stopping short, unlike the wind,
blowing to infinity.
Elaine Morris (c) 2014
Today is wind chilled,
oak and ash have yet to leaf,
Easter’s late, but cool.
Elaine Morris (c) 2014
Here standing on edge,
flowers, birds and teddy bears,
the odd glass of wine.
Nervous of draught and duster,
birthday card wishes from friends.
Elaine Morris (c) 2014
New
tender green
horse chestnut leaves
limp like unfingered gloves.
Spring.
Elaine Morris (c) April 2014
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