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river 2012 - 18

Rain overnight and this morning
not a crackle of frost on the trees
or along the kerb around the yard
only a mist of grey above
and between the bare branches.

I miss the hills, the green roll
of them swallowed by cloud.
The day is too soft for clear thought.

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  1. That last sentence alone is stunning. Always good to check in with your blogs. I always feel thoroughly satisfied and deliciously inspired!

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