Friday, 5 December 2014

Before snow

Smudged yellow light at dawn suggests a cold snap.
On this new route to work, trees fluster with russet leaves;
the snug stone of a church, village cottages, a vinegary purple
line up like opportunities beyond barbed-wire fences
snaggled with accidental wool scrapings from sheep.

Flowers still bloom. Or seedheads flaunt their ochre fruitfulness.
Keats looms – but then buses pass, aircraft wheel in
and the great long winter opens up between the clouds.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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