After the first full flush of the pink cherry’s blush, April’s shivering, brazen breeze begins the leisurely striptease, peeling innocent, frilly petals from blossom, and blossoms from branches, until all that’s left of bashful spring is the foliage of trees dappling and quietly greening. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Day: April 20, 2020
Unravelled
April has unravelled like a favourite old cardigan. The sound of distant traffic died weeks ago, and the empty town has lost its orange glow. We can see all the stars now, scattered like salt across the night sky. When did we take our eyes off heaven? Is this white noise a wish come true? […]
writing in north norfolk 