After days of warmth
a chilly north wind reclaims
Winter’s legacy.
by Scooj
After days of warmth
a chilly north wind reclaims
Winter’s legacy.
by Scooj
A cold sea breeze drifts
landwards. Not enough to halt
Spring’s warming advance.
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Winter’s last stand;
cloudy vapours tumble out
on exhalation.
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February days
fill body and mind with a
dark grey foreboding.
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From the souls of my
shoes, deathly cold rises through
my tired old body.
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Standing in cold car
parks, shivering and choosing
which cars to test drive.
.
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Dappled sunlight gives
Little warmth and trees little
Shelter from cold winds.
.
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Jack came back last night,
his ice grip suffocating
Eostre’s late tenure.
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Bugger – original version had a goofy syllable count. I have edited it now, but it doesn’t flow as well.
Joyful crisp morning
walking my daughter to school
chatting and laughing.
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Now in the morning
chill my exhalations dance
in front of my eyes
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