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official winter middle or near enough
notes for a song, with a pinch and a punch
first of a flutter
day like today
dim yet
lit world
curtain creeping
who’s that?
ages out of rain
as with the dreamt
the sun as such
far old friend
make leaf light
grey
and shine the globing
refrigeration on the
tree!
up out of an ache
or into
make it in time for a
mist
and breakfast
fight the lyre!
my path is mud
not so creek
but trickle till
on such a day
breeze by
we call windchill
knock off a few degrees
the sun as such
far old friend
makes light of leaf
halving the year
call taxes away
from you, from me
shine the globing
spin the thing
on such a day
insects consider to be
think better of
and folk – as few
or as many
pay homage
in our own little way
for instance
as slow to its sky
say, will we see?
each
upwardly
mobile
tree
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