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Click hereBeyond the copse you just can see the hill
and the old road across I've not yet gone;
I don’t expect the chances are I will.
The long rains over, and the mist long done
there’ll be deep spells of frost, when all the day
is sharply cold, when all the grey has spun
out of the spectrum and the year’s decay
seems frozen stiff. The open road lies white
beneath a hard, old sky and far away
a single crow caws in the biting light –
pale blues, anaemic grass and leafless trees:
strict winter’s stern, cold smile, tenacious bite
and grip will paralyse the very breeze
and make my spinning world come to a stop –
the stream won’t run, the sap of life will freeze…
in such a season I would surely drop
before I’d even scaled the hillside half
its lonely way. I’ll never reach the top.
Every word, every noun, adjective and verb is well and carefully selected and makes sense. It is a brilliant winter and "life's winter" piece in a perfectly balanced structure.
Thanks for sharing.
5ed and recommended in PF&D