Saturday, 26 August 2023

just a dusting

 just a dusting 


it was a dusting of snow

you know the way it settles on the slate

late into the day the roofs are edged with sorrow

closer to a dream that melted long ago


a few hardy souls  slips into my mind

as footsteps mist their way you know

how thoughts settle slowly into

the distance that melts frozen


flakes of a memory settle when

sward is another word that is cribbed

from a nativity tea-clothed with a shepherd’s cord

that leads the snow-sheep down the centre of the road


the shops are open

aye

the busses are running


just a dusting


just a dusting

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