Winter Jasmine.

The canvas from my window

has a sky that's painted bleak.

Buckled boughs of barren trees

stand beneath this sky of flint.


Washing over hidden hedges

waves of listless ivy flow.

With here and there a brighter tint

on younger, lime stroked leaves.


Sprigs and twigs, cascading down,

a waterfall of winter.

Painted gold, in shade and shadow

the yellow Jasmine grows.



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Highly Evocative

Very pictorial, without descending into prose.  Excellent work!


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Thank you very much, I wanted

Thank you very much, I wanted to capture all I could see from where I was sitting, at a sideways angle looking through a window. Sue.