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Embers of the year
a difficult one, at best
time to extinguish
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by Scooj
Tag: Winter
Arwen
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Savage was the storm
borne by a lyrical name
false identity
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by Scooj
Late
.
At last, northerlies
draw down heavy Arctic air
and we see our breath
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by Scooj
That feeling
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In the warming air
my pale face bathed in sunlight
spring is approaching
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Somewhere…
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Ever elusive
that pot of gold escapes me
best to be at ease
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by Scooj
Cold snap tail
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Sugar crystal snow
rattles the red-brown beech hedge
the ‘Beast’s’ final fling
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by Scooj
Snow envy
.
An east-west divide
they have it and don’t want it
the snow is whiter…
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by Scooj
Long tailed tits
.
They come from nowhere
never still for a moment
and then they are gone
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Flatter to deceive
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Snow to sleet to rain
settling momentarily
so disappointing
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Chilly
.
The biting chill wind
cuts through to the very bone
the wind-chill factor
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 