~
a stand of lithe poplars
arch and bend as if
idly applauding, lean
elegantly discreet feathers
send a solemn adieu
to the wisp of a breeze
high above,
freewheeling starlings
a balletic black peloton
frame the threatening grey,
resignedly, a long
abandoned scarecrow
stoops peering intently down
at wet licked ochre plough
burnt coffee grinds set
amongst the pearlescent
glint of scattered stones,
the poplar chorus hums
a distant pastorale, plucked
from the quickening windmore
rain is forecast
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© Graham R Sherwood 04/24
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