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When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
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by Scooj
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When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
.
by Scooj
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Small cotton wool clouds
dot a vast expanse of blue;
a welcome return.
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by Scooj
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Late walking to work
little traffic, bright sunlight
bish, bash, bosh; sorted.
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by Scooj
These days are special
a cool sun punctures the clouds
offering respite.
by Scooj
Where early frost lay
only damp traces remain
winter sunshine melt.
by Scooj
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Under clean blue skies
the puppy and I share time
scouting the garden.
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by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Brightness penetrates
through the leafy canopy;
Summer here at last.
by Scooj
My daughter and cat
drift across the decking
tracking the sunlight.
by Scooj