Winter morning
Injecting ice into the crack of dawn, the east wind knocks twice on my eyelids, but no-one is in This short poem was commended in the Norwich Writers’ Circle open competition this year and appears in their anthology
Injecting ice into the crack of dawn, the east wind knocks twice on my eyelids, but no-one is in This short poem was commended in the Norwich Writers’ Circle open competition this year and appears in their anthology