
As rain ran in rivers,
Drips glistened from
tree branches like
Pearls.
Steam puffed from
cottages,
a dragon sleeping
perhaps!
Cats curled up
on plump sofas,
Chinks through chintz,
Wood smoke weaving
Winter whispers.
Cobweb cottage
Higgledy piggledy;
Whiskers wiggling
Titmouse twitching,
A lonely weathered seat,
Perfect for siesta,
Awaits a
Change in the weather
Every day has been a wet grey day this week;the fields have been soggy and even the dogs have been fed up of getting muddy! For a change I decided to visit a friend and go for a walk round the quiet old village of Kimpton in Hertfordshire; my photos inspired me to write this poem as did my feelings about that damp,dark day, its smells,sounds and the ghostly cottages by the churchyard on the green.
It’s my birthday today, so how better than to share my village ramble with you! I also enjoyed coffee and cake this morning and my tranquil yoga class and the day is not yet over!
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