Monday 31 August 2020

Day in the life of a Poet (August 2020)

Last Day of Winter

-- Scattered sun flakes,
suggest this is the last chance 
to dance.
--- The forest floor 
damp from the night rain. 

Time is running out.

-- There will be no more
ceremonies, no more 
celebrations. 

This is the Last Day of Winter, 
after which, nothing.  

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