
Flicker of sun on water, darkness, light. Where the burn leaves the wood six herons hunker by the water’s edge. Crows clockwork walk over a stubbled field. Autumn exhales sending golden birch leaf coins in to the tumbling water, a wish for winters grace.


Fresh and atmospheric
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Love these.
And your eords
Poems soon please 🙏 😉
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Ha ! Maybe , thanks 🙂
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I love to see the drawing.
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