Tightly wrapped
From sight
Amidst
A world preoccupied
Beneath leaden skies and rain
A sense of stealth prevails
In the darkness
Across a slightly lengthened day
A stirring
The pallid canvas is being altered
With strokes of green
A snowdrop carpet covers the soil
Smudge of yellow stain marks early daffodils
Subtlety in detail
There was no announcement made.
Not fully light
And the thrush is heard
Elusive too is she
Piles of shells
Her calling card.
But what of the artist
Where is he?
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