Back to Edinburgh
We walk through the hidden streets of this city,
The second day of spring and the wind gusts hard.
People stop and wince, cupping their ears for warmth.
The news said blustery winds up to 25 mph,
And it feels as if we might tumble down the street.
Looking for simple woolen hats to pull down
Over our frigid heads, we stop at a Royal Mile shop.
I select gray, and you opt for black. I am grateful
That your good felt hat is safe back at the hotel.
The street is so rich in history that it feels as if
It could reach out and grab us by the arms,
Pulling us down a small wynd or narrow close
That has a story to share,
And in the late afternoon gloaming,
We might be wind swept and turned around
Into some other time.
It could happen you know.
A Poet in Time 
Such beautiful imagery in this poem.
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😊 thank you!
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Truly magical, Mary.
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I’m glad you found this poem and liked it, Suzanne. ❤
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What a beautiful and peaceful blog you have, Mary!
You convey the atmosphere so wonderfully with your poetry. For a moment, I too was walking along with you. 🙂
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It is lovely to have readers who enjoy the journey. I’m delighted to have you here. Your comment really made my day!
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Have a wonderful day!
I can understand how you feel, because I too smile involuntarily while reading a comment.
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wow,mary! edinburgh truly enveloped me with your words. well done:)
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Beautiful Aunt Mary!
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Thanks so much, Paula. I’m delighted you are reading this new blog of mine.
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Joanna, many thanks for leaving such a generous comment. It’s lovely knowing you are reading this new blog of mine.
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