Morning has Broken

First light mist clears - a blanket of green bathed in morning dew beneath my feet...

Now Blossoms the Magnolia (I.P.)

I wish you could see it...

Springing Back to Life — nature (IP)

a patchwork collage through spring, from verse already posted

Springing Back To Life, so (IP)

for what? (not about the countryside)

Memories are made of this

Just where H.E. Bates used to live

Memories are made of this

Outsiders

Memories are made of this

An excursion

The last words of Bianca Atterborn

The last words of Bianca Atterborn “Witch” hung until dead in England 1576

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The grimy plaster on my ceiling is what introduces me to my state of consciousness. Like a piece of cellophane wrap smeared in shit. I should clean it. How can a ceiling get dirty?

The Voice

Who and what will you hear? And will you be able to ignore it?

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