Day eleven

late night reels
spinning dreams

Day ten

tipped twigs
with sharp green buds
a kiss of sap

The River, days eight and nine

stray smoke in the wood
the breath of dead trees

blue goats cheese –
a moon waiting
for a silvered cut

Seventh day of the River

spiced apple cake
scents the air

The River – day six

black coffee

the thin rim of china

holds me in

Days three, four and five of the River…

squid-inked skies
with tentacles of twigs

apricot jam
captures the sun

a silver car
reflects the moon

The River

A new year, and another new(ish) writing challenge following on from last year’s A River of Stones where writers are encouraged to notice something small each day and detail what they see/think/feel/hear etc

I may be a day late, but here’s day two:

Orange-lit branches

confine the sky

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