Ivies wrap the stuccoed walls
where balconies weep winters rust
inside I sleep in my retreat.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hopefully they're behind us now.
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Spring is here as can be seen in your pictures, the new world is coming alive.
Andy
At last Andy
Cooeee, you asleep? Well, not at the time of doing this fine write. Miss Berles ever sleep?
Awake now - not like Slum Berles
Wakey wakey!! It's spring time, well almost
Drove to the gym through the countryside at 6am this morning and green is beginning to show, birds are starting to sing, flowers are blooming and my car is now covered in cow muck !!
So clear I was there alongside whoever was sleeping in that ancient overgrown mouldy building. Great write again Michael.
Thanks dear Fay
You mean i gotta lose weight if i'm going to go out on the balcony this year........ or shall i wait til falllllllll...
Why wait? just fall - it much easier. But do it in the morning - don't wait til dusk.
Cheers da.
BRIAN HERE @ The end of the Day - time to cogitate - Im longing for the Day when I too can have a retreat and time to rest in it. Love The Poem & Photo.
Sprring has suddenly Sprng
Blessings & Peace for You & Yours
Love BRIAN & ANGELA 💛💛💛
Beware that "winters rust." Don't let it affect your art. Perhaps the long seasonal sleep will give you new ideas. So much said in so few words. Nice one. - Phil A.
Now you use your words to paint. Brilliant.
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