The House On The Hill…
(Inspired by Michelle Underwood’s artwork…)
The invasive layers of snow, the icy charcoal waters intruding
Across the remoteness of a challenging landscape
And the dark, shadowy lunge of woodland are smitten and harassed
By infused and spattered blended blues, and hues of turquoise, even
As they hint of the drama in the sky’s winter light.
The delicate strokes of wisps of smoke, draw the gaze, exuding
From an insignificant house, a warm haven in which to escape
The seasonal storms, the travails of life and the mind distressed.
I thought then of the traditional words about gathering winter fuel on the Feast of Stephen
And a poor man, a peasant from a good league hence, coming into sight…
Pete Ray…
4th December 2025…
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