Mid-December afternoon:-
out in the sun in a shirt
despite a stiff breeze.
Sitting at table, this is the life,
coffee in my garden once again,
old snapdragon spinning yarns,
cream by green, sleepy privet;
apple trees, empty, wait in their buds.
Now I see, outlined, that
immaterial arch, Janus atop it,
winter's door. Step through.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
