Sitting in the 'Merchant tea house'

Was in St Albans drinking Pearls of Jasmine thinking about the landscape we had passed through

There in mist - a hill top line 

summons a chill - of solstice kissed 

- sleep wanders grey - winter dawns inevitable 

A conduit irrevocable - stillness has sway

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the conduit idea...

seasons move one upon another, just like the words we write move, one upon another..

we let go of one to accept another...and there is a chill as well as a breath of warmth...

jacob

[Michael Oliver]

thank you Jacob - hope you spotted the use of rhymes- thank you Jacob had become to trapped in the season sequentially of course all sequences have their own flavour - thanks for that