#525 - winter

 

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winter

 

who stole the day?

look in a book but gone

 

put pace on

study the mercury

toil

not a drop of sweat

 

up with the blue

and treasure glare gold

warm mitts with

 

grey aches accumulate

but bracing

skate

think sauna

toddy

imagine Christmas

 

a box of sticks till dusk

 

rub to light

crawl up inside

twiddle up the heat

stews, soup

 

all sorts of creatures want in

in winter

or under roof at least

 

dark music now

set out a storm

in my pasture fleece

pity the pond life today

 

best bake

stay at the stove

towards the coldest

keep ears in under

 

at the standing steam

we engine each

keep candle

as if snow

 

winter

and salute what sun

make monument of self

 

stoke head with

burrow, snuggle too

 

nights in the fire

see other seasons

 

think of a tropical island

 

dissolve in a bath of more hot and more

then dash to sack

rub till livid, loll

 

know none can plumb these doona deeps

dive

winter

colours persisting

a little less lit perhaps

it’s few go leafless here