November, and we walk a track
that winds along the chalk escarpment
winter thrushes throng empty fields
scavenging for food
their calls sparkle the air
This year has taken much
but not yet the fresh air
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
November, and we walk a track
that winds along the chalk escarpment
winter thrushes throng empty fields
scavenging for food
their calls sparkle the air
This year has taken much
but not yet the fresh air
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This was just the poem I needed this morning! Thank you so much for sharing your poetic voice.
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Thank you Bjorn — glad to be of service!
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Thank heaven for the outdoors, the fresh air, the solace of the beauty, balm to our souls. While humans assault our peacefulness, nature always soothes and restores……..I wish humans would learn to do the same. Smiles.
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It is so wonderful to get out in nature and breathe fresh air. I hd a similar walk today
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It’s good for you, isn’t it?
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So succinct and poignant – sums up this year perfectly. So glad we still have the air to breathe!
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So far….. :)
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Thank you for taking me on that walk along the chalk escarpment, Kim. It’s just what I needed this cold Sunday morning, especially the thrush calls sparkling the air.
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We are aiming to go back up there Monday morning…feeling trapped in the house!
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I know that feeling.
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beautiful I love this!
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