White lips, pale face, breathing in the snowflakes,By dawn’s first light she lay awake.Huddling for warmthThe snow bunting tweeted,Flapping by the windowsAnd slurring long and short notes.Walking through the halls made of timber and oak,She hummed her favourite folk-‘How many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?And how many times mustContinue reading “Hush a bye”