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   When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace…

When You Are Old – W.B.Yeats 1865-1939

Windblown

(a tanka sonnet..a line for each year..)

for Amy Claire Rose

on her 14th birthday

~

her cheek’s blush

against mine…

wheatears

~

this way and that…

the unwavering song

of a reed bunting

~

take down the book

blow the dust off a memory…

a little egret

at the gilded edge

of a wind-fluttered lake

~

a linnet singing

all the colours

of her windblown hair

~

Claire
   
   
   
 
           
 
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