A silver storm
Marches up the valley
Grey rain falling in curtains
The shining road
Sings under my wheels
And the wind whistles
Through high wires
Owl-light
Silver-bright
Low and shining
Away to my right
Gilding the white
Of the magpies flight
And painting her wings
With brilliant green
and purple sheen
#CoSopoetry
@danielbsmith a good day to you😊