After rain,worms wrigglefrom their burrows,only to drownin the lane’s deep furrowspuddled with waterand clottedwith mud. Further along,where the shadowsgather, I turn to look backat the sinkingof the rosy sun and see,surreptitiouslypadding,a dog fox. He lowershis rusty headand gulps a mouthfulof worms, an entréebefore he slinks away,ears pricked towardsthe nearest frog or mouse,rabbit hutch or hen […]
Tag: Saturday
Saturday came around quickly this week
Days seem to speed by and that thought inspired me to write another quote poem. Tomorrow’s Poems ‘Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.’ —L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Embraced by darkness Couched in the velvety night The old day’s dying – Dreaming destiny With no mistakes in it yet A […]
writing in north norfolk 