It felt like spring today, so I am posting a poem from my collection ‘Sky Trees’
Morning Blossom Morning stars retreat, nudged aside by the sun. A child stumbles on cracked stones, followed by suited man and buggy. Cars speed past whilst a boy, tie-less, inches to school. The hill is ascended by one, three, four women with pushchairs, heels against chewing-gum tattooed pavements. A single bird in a bare tree calls to a postman crossing the road with scarlet trolley. The post is delivered long after workmen in speedy succession arrive from Essex, broad fingers on radio dials. In the distance beyond, March blossom, colour of Amarillo sweets. Aside from the artery of Holloway Road, four cranes salute Highbury, counterweights casting shadows against the risen sun, as fingers splayed in a greeting. Shereen Abdallah ©
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