Overnight

Silently,
ground covering
blanket fell overnight,
creating a winter wonderland.
Snow.
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Apart from a brief flurry before Christmas, that didn’t settle as the ground was too wet and soon returned to rain, this is the first snow we have had this winter. I’m so glad to see it, such a necessary part of winter. Already some has melted in the weak sunshine but we may get some more later today or again overnight.

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Bringing Gifts

Three
Kings came
bringing gifts for
babe in a manger.
Epiphany.

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Today is the 12th day of Christmas, also known as Epiphany and is traditionally the day on which the three wise men, or kings, are said to have arrived at the stable in Bethlehem to visit the baby Jesus.

Overhead

Grey,
rushing overhead,
in a hurry
to be somewhere else;
clouds.

Pyracantha

Red
Pyracantha berries;
easy reach from
fence perch for opportunistic
pigeon.

All Alone

A Poignant Picture
(An Elfje)

Seated
all alone
in the chapel.
Her beloved consort's funeral.
Majesty.
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This is my last contribution to the Poetry Group’s Platinum Jubilee Collection. It recalls the iconic image of the Queen at the Duke of Edinburgh’s low-key funeral, held under COVID restriction at St George’s Chapel, Windsor on 3rd June 2021.

When you read this I will be away at the Tandem Club National Rally, which is going to be rather a challenge with my arm in plaster! The boss is also taking a solo bike in case I can’t cope with cycling every day, even on the back of a tandem. All being well I’ll be back next week.

Tears

Tears
fall from
cloud covered sky.
The world grieves for
Ukraine.

Hidden

Robin
singing merrily
in holly tree,
hidden among the branches.
Evensong.

Forest

New Forest Ponies

Ponies,
cattle and 
deer wander freely
among the New Forest
trees.

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My apologies; the photo is a little out of focus as I had to zoom in quite a long way. I didn’t want to risk going any closer as there were foals with them and I might have upset them or driven them away.

Bumble Bee

Dead
bumble bee,
no obvious reason,
on our picnic table.
Sad.

If Only

If
only I
had green fingers,
then my garden would
flourish.