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If only Winter was the Old Winter
Embrace the Rain
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The ginkos are gone the colour of
Midsummer glare, fans finally falling.
Beeches now brilliant auburn, poplars
Drifting orange yellow instead of white
Cotton. Leaves lifted as easily in whipped-
Up gusts with rain against windows.
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The cold requires we bundle up
In gloves and hoods, but we embrace
Winter weather, smile with chapped lips,
Rubbing ruddy cheeks, like a proof
We’re not in so much trouble, perhaps
The world is not turning terribly
Scorching dry, desiccating all round us.
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We cling to this chill as an indication of
Lessened danger: deceiving ourselves,
Like lung cancer patients, counting dear
Cough-free hours as signs we’re in the clear.
A simple idea as autumn finally feels like it’s here, with plenty of rain these last few weeks.
But of course, it’s not quite winter, at least not winter as it was. In the local park, while the willows are shedding their leaves, these trees are coming in to bloom, as if it were February already…
A Few Seconds of Eternity
A few Seconds of Eternity
A hubbub surrounds several idling cars:
Kids running between house and driveway
As the gang gets ready to leave on Sunday,
Carrying bags and banging shutters closed.
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Asking, “Have we left anything behind?”
“Well, here it stays till next weekend,” replied,
For we’ve baths and dinners to have this evening
If we ever get on the road home.
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Eventually, the door locked and all packed in,
Bar me, standing in the garden as the cars
Reverse out, waiting to close the gate, taking in
The scene surrounding us as every evening:
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Silence settling o’er the vale as the breeze
Slows to swing round from afternoon heat
On the southern plains beyond the hills,
Set in scarlet, under clouds tinged pink.
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The sparrows have ceased squabbling
In the hedges for roosting spots, chirping
Softly as crickets; the sky turquoise east,
Glowing golden west; the oaks go on growing
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Under Saturn and early stars starting to shine,
As they have for eons, breathing in, quietly,
As the gate squeaks shut; all is mine,
For a few seconds, immersed in an eternity.
Often ‘Tis the little moments that make this life wonderful.