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A Winter's Afternoon.
The grey swept skies, brushed with silver
Back-drop the skeletal trees,
Whose beseeching boughs, bereft of leaves
Twist, contorted along the bank.
Dark ivy, clad atop the walls
Stands shadowed in the gloaming,
While light still filters down the way
And glistening upon it falls.
And all is still, and velvet soft
As day withholds her breath,
Bowing out, a quiet death
As evening has his way.
An absolutely lovely write,
An absolutely lovely write, Sue.
I hope you had a wonderful birthday.
Glad you liked it :-) and yes
Glad you liked it :-) and yes I had a lovely day thank you, received a rhyming dictionary( among other gifts) Which my daughter remembered I told her you recomended. It's very interesting, already made a note of several words I may use.xx