woodkatie28

Cherry Tree Lane



Pink cherry blossoms

Falling down 

There’s an easterly wind

Blowing in the air

Westerly mists brewing

Something is about to begin

 

Magical adventures

Exploring the night scenes

On the rooftops of London

Jumping into chalk drawings

And going on carousel rides 

 

But, when the winds change

It’s time to move on

To say ‘goodbye’

As if nothing had happened

Comments1

  • orchidee

    A fine write Katie.



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