
I am forced inside
like winter sap, waiting; long
nights in search of sleep
Copyright Francis 2021

I am forced inside
like winter sap, waiting; long
nights in search of sleep
Copyright Francis 2021

Temperatures rise,
seagulls are swooping lower —
just like the first time
Copyright Francis 2021

Pausing for the view,
greenness is everywhere.
Solitary smile
Copyright Francis 2021

My soul’s prime journey,
flooded fen to woodland crag —
see where I have been
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The pall of winter
pervading this barren land.
A single snowdrop
Copyright Francis 2021