Wet wanderings


kimpton cottages

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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