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Monday, 29 September 2025

Wet and cold and warm

Frosted crinkled crystals sat upon the five bar gate

Sentry to the streams and turnpikes

Blessed as the very day that we wait


All the while we listen outright, touch the frost atop

The five bars; held together by diagonal slants

Swung on and off the blacksmiths curled hinges


In the stillness, on the stiff crumpled grass

Sparkled sharpness of the dampness frozen

Moments as later breathe air of kingdoms passed


Look closely at your clothes, your skin

All of the outside of within

Think on that fair scented hair shampoo 


And the bath salts

In your early morning hot water soak

Later, in the library or bookshop


Or perhaps the Methodist Tea Rooms

Sit in the happiness of this sunlight

Read these or someone else's words


Dream of pancakes for tea

With treacle and maple syrup

And dollops of vanilla ice cream


Then, even though it's not politically correct

Take a cigarette

Inhale and exhale your love


Puff away, rub your thumbs and fingers

Wipe off the gathered ice

From your well worn shoes


Even without the snow

It's good to go into the mist

Beyond the stream, out into the clearing