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Winter Jasmine.
The canvas from my window
has a sky that's painted bleak.
Buckled boughs of barren trees
stand beneath this sky of flint.
Washing over hidden hedges
waves of listless ivy flow.
With here and there a brighter tint
on younger, lime stroked leaves.
Sprigs and twigs, cascading down,
a waterfall of winter.
Painted gold, in shade and shadow
the yellow Jasmine grows.
Highly Evocative
Very pictorial, without descending into prose. Excellent work!
J-Called
Thank you very much, I wanted
Thank you very much, I wanted to capture all I could see from where I was sitting, at a sideways angle looking through a window. Sue.