Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
When the sky is grey Like fluffy grease From the bottom Of a chef’s shoe Like a smear of ash From a dead campfire Like pencil shading Abruptly halted By the snapping of lead. When the sky is grey And looms above my garden… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood”