Paula's Poems
by Paula Puddephatt
The yew trees form a boundary, across which we'll, one day, step or stride. Wood pigeons add their vocals to higher rhythms, melodies - which capture fragile memories, fading faith, in azure skies.
The yew trees form a boundary,
across which we'll, one day, step or stride.
Wood pigeons add their vocals
to higher rhythms, melodies -
which capture fragile memories, fading faith,
in azure skies.