Mid-winter wander
By Rhiannonw
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(13/1/16 South of Hope Dale, Wenlock Edge)
Gaunt brooms scratching blue sky,
saturated fields and leaf mulch, mud,
watery brightness;
up a steep track, water flowing
over weathered rock slabs,
and piles of loam
churned and grooved
by occasional tyres;
stop, look back over the valley –
bright hills, and woods;
up at the top, the rain returns,
lightly at first,
walk down through the wood,
soggy track,
embedded spear heads, spiky patches
– don’t squash, get stabbed!
white drops on the tips of some -
wild snowdrops are coming!
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I love to see the snowdrops
I love to see the snowdrops arrive. Makes me think it's almost spring. Another thing I love is your nature poems, Rhiannon. And this one, too.
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
this is such a wonderful time of year for rambles and yours sounds great, especially when shared with a loved one.
Very much enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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Such magic you conjure up
Such magic you conjure up with your words, Rhiannon...outdone, only, by nature, itself
Tina
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Such a treat, seeing those tiny perfect little flowers. But I expect the frost has got them, like the rest of the stuff in the garden. But I know we will see them reemerge soon.
Jean
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