Winter Morning

From softly brushed
dabs of grey and white
tinting the sky;
from soft water colours
stippling the northern
horizon in dove greys;
from darker purple grey
on the southern horizon
draping its hills with
wisps of cobweb mist;

a dull luminosity spills
over green playing fields
and car parks edged by
stark willows shedding
their last leaves on to
the puddles. Blackbirds
thrushes call out their
territorial cries in
piercing shrilling voices
over the distant thrum
of main road traffic.

Previously posted July 2016

Winter Morning