A howl breaks through
the rustling leaves
on a darkened night
in the patch of trees
of branches bare
where colour’s lost
a footstep falls
on a crunch of frost. Continue reading “Then Silence”
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
A howl breaks through
the rustling leaves
on a darkened night
in the patch of trees
of branches bare
where colour’s lost
a footstep falls
on a crunch of frost. Continue reading “Then Silence”