On Numbers (Seventh)

Families in park

strolling, talking and playing.

Shops shut, people out!

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n.b. Sun brought no heat with it and cold currents of air drew rheum to the edge of screen-tired eyes, but everyone who could squeeze into the park was there. People were enjoying the Day of Rest during which only “essential” shops were open. Oh what to do? Go the local parks and perambulate.

When this thing is over it would be a shame if the shops reopened on Sundays. It was lovely to hear the babble of conversation filling Eaton Park. It was like being on holiday in Europe, enjoying the civilising beauty of a Sunday stroll with all generations of families taking the air and talking to each other. Beautiful! Beautiful!

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CLP 22/11/2020

On Trees

When this wind blows

Things sound different

After the leaves have dropped

To mosaic the floor.

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This wind bends through the bared boughs

Divides to draughts between the trunks

Blows low notes from the wood

Makes this place an instrument

For mournful tunes

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When we hear this hollow overture

Howling from beeches and birches

We can be certain winter approaches

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CLP 27/10/2020