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On the Weekend (V)
Daffodils seduced By warmth of afternoon Sun Coy revelation . n.b. We await the arrival of Storm Ciara. CLP 08/02/2020 →
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Sky Pink
From along the ridge I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton To the sun-bathed Levels Their rain-full grips and rhynes Fields; mirrors to the sky That held the pink tinge Of chilled noses Numb fingers Of frost-smoke breath Of the cold that will fall From behind the stars tonight . n.b. Grip: cut in the →
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Nothing Matters (VIII)
Mountain wind howls, twists Sounds from thin air, draws spectres Dogs bark at the night . n.b. There is nothing out there, is there? . CLP 18/12/2019 →
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October (IV)
Washed out by last night Weather interrupted sleep Time for a shower . n.b. “Rain will clear over the next couple of days.” the weather forecaster said. It clears every hour or so here. Moments of beauty swept away by an incoming shower, before the next glistening picture of autumn is revealed, still wet on →
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On October (II)
Pink face and shoulders From working in afternoon sun Now more bloody rain . n.b. From the Daily Mirror website today: CLP 15/10/2019 →
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On August IV
Air lays blanket thick Limp leaves untether in heat Fat white cloud darkens . CLP 18/08/2019 →