looking out over February fields

bathed in the light of a setting sun

smell of barbecuing meat infused in the air

mist rises from earth which should be frozen

between green shoots which should not be

there’s nowhere to escape to

nowhere else to go

Author: lilithinfurs

Milk maker, shape thrower and drinker of Yorkshire Tea

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