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Skeletal trees line
the trackside and dark low cloud
turns all things to bronze.
.
by Scooj
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Skeletal trees line
the trackside and dark low cloud
turns all things to bronze.
.
by Scooj
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Ecstatically
happy with you by my side
Many years ago.
.
by Scooj
On listening to a Queen track of the same name
Government will fall
and the people will decide
a better future.
by Scooj
Growling and hissing
as four-legged friends converge;
feeding time chez moi.
by Scooj
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Shedding leaves of gold
a silver birch undresses
Autumnal treasure.
.
by Scooj
Static in traffic
my attention is drawn to
a bush filled with birds
more sparrows than I can count
clustered in a tiny space.
The spinning circle
something is ‘not responding’
frustration sets in.
by Scooj
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The world is dying
while nationalism thrives
what does this tell us?
.
by Scooj
No more delaying
we’ll do a short one today
and rein in the walk.
by Scooj
In these dismal days
of central heating, my thoughts
turn to the summer.
by Scooj