November Poem

20 Nov

The sky ages and greys, thinking back on her

half remembered days of blue and gold beauty.


The damp sodden ground dreams of long distant dryness

while beads of rainfall gleam on its shivering green blanket.


The magpie doesn’t care, hopping white and black,

his plumes like ingredients of the day’s greyness.





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One Response to “November Poem”

  1. Sharmishtha Basu November 26, 2012 at 3:25 pm #

    fabulous poem. i love magpie robins- their song is amazing.

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