Ivy weaves


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Ivy weaves glossy leaves

O’er potting shed knots

And rusty locks.

Lingering  on gusty

Limbs and whispering

Wise rings.

The great ancient

Sings.

Springs  is here, but winter winds bit into my dry lips and reminded me today to protect myself from the elements and keep nourished and warm. We enjoyed exploring the wild woodland and listening to their songs.

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Gentle Sentinels


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Their bark is
A precious parchment,
Marked for
Charts;
Sealed sonnets
Secreted in bonnets;
Miniaturised messages
Saved in lockets.
The great Silver Birch
Waves mirthfully,
Saving a waning
Winter’s day.