Monday, 30 December 2013

Early morning stroll in Blackwood

Despite cloud cover it is warm
There’s not a drop of rain in sight
Under leaves bright insects swarm
Two snails inch forward in the light.

It’s early – cars are scarce today
The weekend shoppers still at home
“Sorry – we’re closed” the signs all say
In this local complex I’m alone.

Second hand books, a Laundromat,
Pets’ grooming parlour, garden tools,
A charity shop – clothes stuffed on racks
Real Estate agent, swimming pools.

It’s not yet nine; I cross the road
Up three hours now, jet lag’s a curse
Images and thoughts in overload
My stroll enshrined in this short verse.

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

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