A misty, monochrome world
All the colour has disappeared
And I'm left with shades of grey.
What would I give
For just one dandelion to love.
I feel for the weasel
Who makes a beeline
For a too-small
wall-hole
Slinking away,
in weasel-shame.
Out of a low grey sky
she came to say hello
Too brief, and then
She wheeled away,
To hover on the edge of things again.

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@matty7w
I took this in Victoria. I thought of it while reading your poem. Good words!

@swinemiester I've looked again at this. When I first looked I believed it to be a painting or a pastel sketch. I see now it is a photograph. I think it is absolutely glorious. Beautiful.

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