Garden office poetry

There's not a huge amount of garden office poetry so it's always a pleasure to find an addition to the canon. Here's the first stanza from The Writing Shed by Steve Tanham:

Will I write in here as snows arrive

Locked eyes and fingers frenzied?

Imagined places, chattering teeth

With windows needing mended

You can read the rest of it (there's a nice twist in the tale at the end...) at Steve's Sun in Gemini site here. ---------------------------------------------------------

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