10th January 2019
I could say mother natures been cooking,
but she’s obscured my view
I can barely see, what’s in front of me
never mind a metre or two
And the pea soup – its a moving
as it follows the warmth of the ground
its making pretty whirls and swirls
as it moves around
And its not easy when your commuting
from museum to back to home
as the fog falls on down, it makes you frown
as you might just be looking through foam!
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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