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Morning light shimmers
on frosted pastures and fields
livestock statue-still.
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by Scooj
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Morning light shimmers
on frosted pastures and fields
livestock statue-still.
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by Scooj
Where early frost lay
only damp traces remain
winter sunshine melt.
by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
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Bitterly cold morn,
frost-laden station; sitting
on Metro for warmth.
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by Scooj.
*the Metro is a free newspaper for commuters.
Deathly cold darkness
adorns Autumn’s fallen leaves
with Winter’s halo
by Scooj
(originally posted in March 2015)
From the souls of my
shoes, deathly cold rises through
my tired old body.
by Scooj
Heavy winter coats
donned, hunched commuters shiver
in queues for the tube.
by Scooj
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First frost glistening
in green pastures and the cows
lazily grazing.
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by Scooj
Jack came back last night,
his ice grip suffocating
Eostre’s late tenure.
by Scooj
Bugger – original version had a goofy syllable count. I have edited it now, but it doesn’t flow as well.
Jack came calling last
night; sugar-crystal blanket
transforms the garden.
by Scooj