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Fiona Dunn poem

Red feathers puffed against ice-crystal,
All is quiet.
White shivers across the grass,
As branches glisten in the morning light -

Roofs blend with the laden sky.

A whisper of breath pierces the spiked-ice air,
A footstep cracks,
Smoke spirals through naked trees
As Nature uncoils from the midnight-ice of night.

A flutter,
As the red-breast tips the branch
To shake away the cold
Lacing the land.

The sharp morning sighs
As the sun kaleidoscopes the white into
Bright, jewel light.

Winter has thrown its cloak

Meet The Author...
Fiona Dunn
Author: Fiona Dunn
Who Am I?

My husband calls me his "mad, bonkers, beautiful Scottish wife". Well, I firmly believe that beauty is in 'the eye of the beholder' but he's probably right about the rest. I was born in the Highlands of Scotland and moved to London when I was sixteen. I utterly fell in love with London and spent most of my teenage years in clubs and pubs in Soho.

English at university beckoned and my love of the English language and literature were finely tuned by excellent tutors and I was a completely willing student. Afterwards, I taught for thirty years and it was a tremendous ball. I met inspiring teachers and students and felt privileged to give something to these kids' lives. I currently tutor excluded and fostered children.

Writing poetry is where my mind opens and the ideas and words play and gambol and take on their own life. I just pick up a pen or type on the lap-top. Becoming a newbie oap at fifty-five a couple of weeks ago has encouraged me to realise that those words need more of my time.

That's me.

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