of a clear spring sky,
but for now,
high upon the Westwood pasture
I see the sun repeat its path
of a thousand years
to illuminate the Minster
like an ancient manuscript.
#BraveWrite
#micropoetry
#beverleyWestwood
#eastridingofyorkshire
of a clear spring sky,
but for now,
high upon the Westwood pasture
I see the sun repeat its path
of a thousand years
to illuminate the Minster
like an ancient manuscript.
#BraveWrite
#micropoetry
#beverleyWestwood
#eastridingofyorkshire