Easter brought snow to East Anglia
To gardens preparing themselves for summer
To the swans that haunt the river bank
To graffiti ghosts that prowl the underpass
To sunken chests that ripple silent
And protests shouted at the sky.
To gardens preparing themselves for summer
To the swans that haunt the river bank
To graffiti ghosts that prowl the underpass
To sunken chests that ripple silent
And protests shouted at the sky.
3 comments:
This is just gorgeous, Pisces. I hope the tiny crocuses are poking their heads through the snow.
Makes me nostalgic for that particularly East Anglian in town snow of my youth.
Nice shots. Mercifully the snow didn't settle 50 miles westish. Still it would have made for some good photography
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