Posted on 24/11/2017
by Louise Bunting
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone
Category: Photography, PoetryTags: bridge, Crone, free verse, Hartsholme Country Park, Hartsholme Lake, micro poetry, November, pagan, winter
Lovely poem Louise!
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Thanks, Mandi. 🙂
Perfect to talk about the transition going around!
Thank you, Alok. I always love watching the progression of the seasons. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Is that where I think it is? Lovely photo and poem. 😀
If you think it’s Hartsholme, then it is where you think it is! I’m glad you like it, Mum. 🙂
I though it was Hartsholme but it’s a long while since I visited and I’d forgotten that bridge was so white!
Lovely work. Wishing you all the best and love your photography!
Thanks, MG. 🙂
This is beautiful!
Thanks, Lynn. 🙂
Such lovely words
You’re lovely for saying so. 🙂
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