I see the bony branches of the ash and maple trees hoary leaves of junipers and mistletoes slate-coloured, ice-swaddled winding streets people huddled under warm scarves and heavy coats tall church steeples and silent graveyard yews wet pine needles under my ankle shoes wind-swept evenings, red letter boxes soft lights peeking through quaint shop windows I see the weeping willows along the Thames apples, elms, and chestnuts, bug hotels and beeches pink-feathered magnolias, swans made of white petals hawthorns and cherry plums, daffodils and guelder roses the library door wide open, in sunshine or rain a small amphitheatre, lone fountain in the yard narrow cobbled lanes with canopies of juneberries a red-bricked haunted mansion in the grey fog I see the doe-eyed boy, on his way to school holding tight his mother's hand counting acorns, snowdrops and dandelions while dreaming of fish and chips, sea and sand walks by the river, crowns of daisies, lazy boat rides stranger with a blue gaze, a smile like starlight free concerts and films, picnics in the park fireworks and bonfire on Guy Fawkes Night I see my pretty corner house with the sloping russet roof loft bedrooms that overlook the tree-lined pathways beige carpets on wooden floors of burnt sienna coffee-brown sofa, biscuit walls, faux coal fireplace baskets of fresh fruits in the weekly farmer's market mossy gardens, wisteria doors, bird baths and box hedges used books, old china, vintage clothes, secluded art stores Christmas ornaments, carols at the town square, lantern parades I see friends feasting on barbecue and conversation preparing for a road trip across the Irish sea watching Amélie find Nino Quincampoix in a musical lounging at home, reminiscing about Mevagissey pottery classes, saunas, zumba, swimming pools poached eggs, smoked salmon, buttery muffins at The Bear steaming cups of coffee, hot chocolate, roast dinners brioche, Cornish pasties, English breakfast on New Year I see the fine threads of fate, like fingers intertwined ties formed unexpectedly, tangled knots in the heart cheerful, effervescent hellos that lift up my days sweet, bracing, affectionate, almighty hugs light rain, like roses, drizzling down on me lavender fields, stone circles, faery touch of mist meadows of wild pansies, buttercups and bluebells, the crinkling of your smiling eyes in the midst of all this.... *** Copyright © 2021 [Violet Dolui]. All Rights Reserved.
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