Tuesday 9 January 2024

Over Drinks We Did Not Think of This.( Two Midwinter Poems No.2).

 The girl I met at the club is now an Abbess.
She spent nine years alone in a mountain cave
Far above the snowline.

Staying at home - drinking tea and coffee -
I read all the books she has not had time to write.
When the green tea touches my lips I savour mountain air.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
9th. January 2024.

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