Tender privet-tips
leaf green sheen to rain-washed spaces,
thorn lying dormant the usual reign -
pale-beaded brush...
By nettle survivalists, midges frenzy,
twine their line-drawn, jiggling lives.
Flocklets glide silent, leaden sky.
Bike mechanics hold revving court:-
throaty engines, doomed to die,
splutter zombie service...
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Wintering
PoetryIt's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards litt...
