Smoke Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Smoke



A puff of smoke, grey fluff and feather
Bursts from a hedge
On a clumsy fledgling flight

Nature has dressed the braes around in gold
A glut of glorious daffodils

Snowdrifts beneath the tree
Are a distant memory

The clock ticks on
Round the changing face of seasons

The mirror shows late winter all year round

Saturday, April 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mortality
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