are ice and buddings,
are frozen deep,
and ice vetoes the fragile buds.
We should maybe try to nurture the deep frozen ones if we can.
Wonderfully poetic today Meg.
Back at Pisa airport. Terrible connection. Maybe just enough to send you love and hugs xxx
I’m honoured, and long to read about it. Hugs waiting for you on the plane, and a few hidden at home for when you arrive.
Hi sweetheart! Back, unpacked and awaiting prodigal son. It was fabulous but I have entirely worn the other half out. He needs new knees, and it wasn’t even him climbing towers! 🙂 Will try and catch up soon. Are you fit and well again?
Who was Pete, Meg? This is really beautiful. I didn’t have time to ponder this morning.
Beautiful poem, Meg. It speaks truth, which is a powerful thing in a poem. I wondered who is Pete?
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