After 2 Cups of Macha I Drew an Abstract Tree.(Completed).

Night Storm.- The Litter is Flying.

Spring & Winter. Tiny Chinese Screen. Plus close ups.

 

Midday Winter Tree.

 

Words and Lines.

 

Abstract. Dark January.

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.