The forest was swollen with water.
Branches stirred swamped bases
And moorhens made homes in brown bramble
Puddles surrounded with mud.
But I didn't expect the sky to fall,
To lie in the clearing
And see clouds drift across the floor -
Suddenly so close me.
Branches stirred swamped bases
And moorhens made homes in brown bramble
Puddles surrounded with mud.
But I didn't expect the sky to fall,
To lie in the clearing
And see clouds drift across the floor -
Suddenly so close me.
C. LJ Ireton 2024
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