Катя tiptoes dawn
Moscow mist
Dartmoor forest
watched by crows
wooden cross
headstones
marble mausoleum
tarnished rain
smoke
red riding hood
a song for December
stops dead
on her lips
~ ~ ~
Odds are
if you expect a stranger to hug you
then you will be disappointed
So if you can't detect love
in the city
don't
come
again
~ ~ ~
Doing hills
one a day
two a day
After the struggle
it's always out there
and the train is cosy