Going to Bed on New Year’s Eve with a Good Book and a Cup of Tea The novelty has worn thin Fireworks only make a din Their flash and fizzle no longer thrill Crowds and laughter only chill Me to the ageing bone I ignore the ringing of the phone The kisses and songs that […]
Day: January 1, 2016
First post of 2016
Expectation On the first morning of the new year the garden is inanimate everything holding its breath in awkward expectation © Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 