Reflections on the grip that winter has on us.
Darkness when I awake
It’s cold and dead
Our light has fled
Waiting for day to break
The mist hangs on the field
Hour upon hour
Of stationary shower
Resolutely refusing to yield
A wood pigeon ventures to sing
It’s only for fools
To break winter rules
Longing for signs of spring
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