November mists

November mists
Slip away
Wistfully drifting.
Wintery tears
Shine as they pine
For sunshine.

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Whimsically wandering

Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.