Night-song 

Ravens  cry
in the evening gloom,
ever louder as daylight ebbs.

Shadows reclaim glory in
a surge of song:

‘Don’t dare ignore us
we’re still here’.


Camellias

They nod and bounce on branch endings,
flirtatious in the chattering wind.
Pale and perfect cream with
subtlest  pink edges.

Others are blowsier; glowing like balls of
candle- light. Flickering;
casting generous white petals in
audacious glee.

Older blooms have withered, shrinking
into themselves. Outer petals cradle decay.
Cracked and dry, eventually
they die, like discarded news.

Andrea Bowd

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