Friday, 6 January 2017


                                                       A little settling and the world is changed.
                                                       Snow comforts in its vagaries –
                                                       the blurring of edges.

                                                      We would rather look
                                                      at snow than the cold hard truth.

                                                      Elsewhere in the world,
                                                      they are plotting and devising.
                                                      They are in their air-conditioned blocks.

                                                      When it melts, the snow weeps
                                                      and fingers traverse the keyboard
                                                      while they plot out our new future.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips

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