Tuesday, June 18, 2019

June





Chill wraps the body
Creeping in
Unwelcomely
To bones
Stiff,  aged,
Frozen

The too feeble sphere
Does not 
On its daily arc
Stoop to thaw
Ice jewelled
Webs

Still, the sweet
Acacias stir
To brighten
The heathland 
With their sun drenched 
Orbs.

Sign
Days to come
Will lengthen, lighten
And warm the paths
Trod on this mid-winter
Traipse 

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