Ten

Ten minutes of hail.

Ten minutes of innocent discontent;

wild eyed wonder

of the great outside;

which pours in blues and greens,

hailstone pebbles and grey

before spinning the clouds into gold.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Available internationally

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