She’s sweeping the path
at the front of her house,
cheeks not quite as pink as her fleece.
Leaves sit on top of one another
like worries
she thought had gone last year.
© Carl Burkitt 2023
Carl tells tales
She’s sweeping the path
at the front of her house,
cheeks not quite as pink as her fleece.
Leaves sit on top of one another
like worries
she thought had gone last year.
© Carl Burkitt 2023
Carl tells tales 