Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer
The cloud on the hill drifts downto meet the damp green on the grassthe wet tarmac, disintegrating leavesdespondent gardens
but not despondent for much longer i think! Spring is very definitely in the air!
The birds seem to think so too!
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