Feb26 Winter evening rain— a blackbird keeps on flying, bent on getting home. Jan8 After evening tea, I wish spring were nearly here— my plum-blossom dreams. Jan7 Winter evening rain— to hear the pitter-patter, I turn off the news. Mar6 As evening comes on, the old oak in the meadow hides a cunning crow. Aug26 Late summer evening— the homeward path is narrow, but my steps are sure. Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan8 After evening tea, I wish spring were nearly here— my plum-blossom dreams. Jan7 Winter evening rain— to hear the pitter-patter, I turn off the news. Mar6 As evening comes on, the old oak in the meadow hides a cunning crow. Aug26 Late summer evening— the homeward path is narrow, but my steps are sure. Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan7 Winter evening rain— to hear the pitter-patter, I turn off the news. Mar6 As evening comes on, the old oak in the meadow hides a cunning crow. Aug26 Late summer evening— the homeward path is narrow, but my steps are sure. Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Mar6 As evening comes on, the old oak in the meadow hides a cunning crow. Aug26 Late summer evening— the homeward path is narrow, but my steps are sure. Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Aug26 Late summer evening— the homeward path is narrow, but my steps are sure. Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts
Mar2 On the evening news reports of robins appear— eighteen days till spring. Post navigation ← Older posts