Winter’s Ash

Photo by Oliver Hihn, Unsplash

Each turn winds us closer,
Each spent leaf flicked from a branch,
Each autumn gust and moan,
Each buffeted swooping flock.
Until winter seeps again, coal smoky,
Over the step, under the lintel, along the scuffed boards,
And coats our hearths with its ash.

Sarah is on duty at the d’Verse Poets Pub and invites us to write a quadrille, including the word ‘ash’. Take a look at her post and the creative results at :https://dversepoets.com/2021/10/18/22981/

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