It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]
Day: April 25, 2018
Green with it
the sky is milky on the overhead cables pigeons are as lazy as the day grass drips with rain leftovers from the night before even the breeze doesn’t have the energy to whip up a few branches snatch off a handful of blossom and me I have to get up and get out face the […]
writing in north norfolk 