Michael Edwards

WINTER NIGHTS (1)

 

The traceries of silver birch

sway in tune with whistling winds

beneath the leaden skies.

Comments5

  • orchidee

    Good write and pic M.

  • Goldfinch60

    Natures art and symphony in harmony.

    Andy

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Moraning Uncle Mike ! Love the Upper Trump ~ Pugnacious & beligerent ~ just like IL DUCE ! (remember Him ?)
    Love the POEM ~ You captured this morning in Essex ! No SNOW her yet ~ Gracias a Dios !
    Please check *Value of an EGG ?* posted last night ! Just off to WORK (remember that ?) first lecture @ 11am.

    Blessing & Peace to You & Yours
    Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

  • dusk arising

    I feel the chill of your words and shudder at the resemblance above it.

  • myself and me

    I love the view in your poem better than that in the paint.



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