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Monday, 4 April 2016

Late Risers

The weathervane sets itself
To the West; East is further distant
Sunrise brings on the brighter skies
Snow thaws, without resilience

Kettles boil, showers run; daylight
Turns on its own persistent charm
Settled loads fall, slight of movement
Snow avalanches, but means no harm

Bloody hell; the unexpected cry
From upstairs as my love takes
That first look out of the window
Floorboards creak, o happy sigh


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