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A blushing rowan tree
Jewelled and lit
Like my mother
On Christmas Eve.
A partridge knows
The scent of spice
Igniting the air
Like paradise
In summer mist.
The snipe careers
Disturbed skywards
In a zigzag
I crick my neck
In following.
She's lost
And so am I.
Lost in a fog
Over the bog
And where did you lay your egg
My love?
Where did you lay your egg?
#CoSopoetry
@stueytheround thanks so much for reading and appreciating them, Stuey. It makes such a difference knowing that they are read x
@matty7w Beautiful as ever. Never stop posting please. Even if I am your only fan, I would miss your daily poems.