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Ever elusive
that pot of gold escapes me
best to be at ease
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by Scooj
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Ever elusive
that pot of gold escapes me
best to be at ease
.
by Scooj
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Sugar crystal snow
rattles the red-brown beech hedge
the ‘Beast’s’ final fling
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by Scooj
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An east-west divide
they have it and don’t want it
the snow is whiter…
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by Scooj
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They come from nowhere
never still for a moment
and then they are gone
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by Scooj
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Snow to sleet to rain
settling momentarily
so disappointing
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by Scooj
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The biting chill wind
cuts through to the very bone
the wind-chill factor
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by Scooj
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A microclimate
defined by our garden fence
somehow snow remains
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by Scooj
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Waking to the white
it came, it pitched, it melted
a fleeting visit
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by Scooj
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Febrile atmosphere
teenagers expecting snow
might never happen
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by Scooj
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A perfect circle
skimmed from a gardening trugg
smashed to smithereens
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by Scooj