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 Between the Trees US Available internationally
Glowing embers crackle amber across the opaque sky. Mother's mastery bleeding reds into blues, lilacs and greys. Colours hang like the gases which seek to envelope all. Greens are mirrored in Mother's looking glass. The air shimmers and waivers, Clouds shape and dissipate as Mother's warmth spreads its wings. Sullen and sultry, rosy reds blush … Continue reading Mother’s nature
