After the revelry of Christmas and New Year, the silence of January is solid as a block of ice, occasionally melting into shifting swathes of mist grey as wood pigeons and musty house mice. No gentle coo, whistle or twitter of birds, the day is mute; no body warmth or human words until the fire’s […]
Tag: Percussion
Winter Percussion
showers of hailstones beating tattoos on windows drumming in winter Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-seventh response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
writing in north norfolk 