Friday 25th December



Walking in a perfect rain, waterproofs, boots & scarves – silence.
Carless smells of cooking, frantic kitchen dancing. Sleeves rolled,
steam rising, escapes open windows ringed in fairy lights.
Birds crowd fat-ball cages swinging from the branches of naked trees.
Rivers high, fields clag underfoot oozing, expose the sodden earth.
Leaf mould, Oak bark, summer’s gift to new life, dark smells, rich
as coffee. The wind drops as the world stops chasing it’s tail.


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