

First poetry book of 2023. I try to read a poem a day. Ideally with organic tea in bed and because I‘m on school holidays I can do just that. With no alarm to wake me up. The painting in the back ground is at my mother‘s place as you walk up the stairs to the landing. It‘s of a shearing shed. Both her father and brother were shearers. Good ones so I‘ve heard. I am enjoying these romantic poems so far. I scored them at an op shop a week ago for $3.