Warmth’s Complexity
things are simple again
no leaves on the trees, no dog
rosé or elderflower
to fill the hedges, no high
verges to hem me in
only the frosty ploughed fields
and the sun's cold crisp light
share with me your departure
Thanks for the info Baron (
The warmth of complexity ). Thanks Eiji Tunsinagi. Do you think the above works any better?
Best,
Firebird