Wafting. — C J Black

The evenings are drawing in The turf fire burning As from the thatch cottage chimney Its plumes rise high into the night sky. The cider smell of the dying orchard All seasons share their own beauty The poet will use: sea, sky, field, mountain To paint a word picture. The poetry of…

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