On travelling to town this morning on the bus I noticed the hills beyond the town were shrouded in a chilly mist.

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Beyond the town on sullen hills
Descends the winter mist,
Hiding summer shades of green
That once the sun had kissed.
Trees now devoid of leaves,
Proud in their nakedness,
Survey the earth beneath their boughs
That winter frost has blessed.
Driving rain batters fields
Blown on bitter breeze,
Ready as the cloak of night
Bequeaths an arctic freeze.
Then hopefully from its blanket
The sun will shine once more,
To bless us with the beauty
Only nature can restore.
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Christine Ramsay
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