Salford, 12th March 2019
I hear the mercury creeping up the kitchen thermometer
but the boiler’s having none of it
steam rising in the cold air from his friend , the kettle
white mist still apparent from outside
while red skies mix with blue as evening falls
and the evergreens move in the breeze
whilst behind a spruce – an acer’s branches sing
“We’ll be waking up soon
Announcing the spring!”
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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