I am conscious of the breeze
In the trees
As the vehicles pass me by.
Back at my flat
I go to my open window
And hear the eternal breeze
Passing through the trees.
I am conscious of the breeze
In the trees
As the vehicles pass me by.
Back at my flat
I go to my open window
And hear the eternal breeze
Passing through the trees.
Nice images, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.
I like this very much!
Thanks Liz. I’m delighted you like my poem!
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Lovely and cooling.
Thank you, Esther