Obit
Trees as bare as fleshless bone,
stand stark tonight against the
moon…
are as a life so feckless honed,
that none might miss it, gone too
soon.
Trees as bare as fleshless bone,
stand stark tonight against the
moon…
are as a life so feckless honed,
that none might miss it, gone too
soon.
You know I like brevity, where every word counts. Early doors again I see. Like it!
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David RL Moore
Tue 10th Feb 2026 13:47
Thanks Graham,
Yes, this one woke me up.
Also, many thanks to those who have sent likes.
David