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An ash goes wandering - again

A splash of scattering wind wags the brittle stalks of winter bleached grasses

and sends bald tree tops sweeping slow arcs against the cloud dashing sky.

The old ash behind me breathes easy with the slow dozing rhythm

of these waiting and watching January woods.

Snowdrops gather to whisper secret stories,

mythical tales of springtime’s approach,

while the deeper digging roots

keep this restless old trunk

from just wandering off

leaving only the crow,

and a wonder

of what else could be lurking

in the wintering woods

 

 

◄ A triumph

roots and branches ►

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David Taylor-Jones

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 08:14

Thank you Colin

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Mon 22nd Jan 2018 20:05

always love reading your poetry David.

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David Taylor-Jones

Thu 18th Jan 2018 21:02

Thanks for your comments guys, much appreciated ?

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keith jeffries

Thu 18th Jan 2018 20:27

David, I love the hint of spring which grows out of the dark of winter. Well done. Thank you. Keith

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Martin Elder

Thu 18th Jan 2018 20:20

you have paint a wonderful picture here David. I love woodland and trees.
Marvellous

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