Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (winter)
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
watery, winter sun,
suddenly shoots a
fuzzy spotlight on me.
Cold electric blue sky,
serried ranks of trees
standing to attention,
stripped bare in their
Stripped of the frivolous
garnishing of summer,
growing old grace...
Friday 20th September 2019 9:45 pm