The traceries of silver birch
sway in tune with whistling winds
beneath the leaden skies.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The drawing done as a demo at a recent workshop I ran. Don't like Trump but used him as everyone knows him and he is perfect for the caricaturist.
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Good write and pic M.
Natures art and symphony in harmony.
Andy
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 💛💛💛
I feel the chill of your words and shudder at the resemblance above it.
I love the view in your poem better than that in the paint.
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