the winter sings ( sgnis retniw eht )
the winter sings of crystal crows & bumblebees in bungalows a shuffle in a rusted key the frozen feet of mistletoes the winter odes of thicker socks a dust of snow & ships in docks a sort of door, a storming sea the stuff of rubber chickenpox the winter croons of blooming moons & sunken suns in afternoons a blowing nose, a pint of tea a pantomime in pantaloons the winter wails of whiter dales a spirogram of phantom's tails a parsnip in a poplar tree the rise & thaw, the troughs & scales the winter trills of trar-luh-lars the speak of sheep, the bleats & bars the flock of off & bugger me the tinsel shit of twinkle stars a hymn until the onion springs a crocus croaks & saturn rings the vernal verse of mumble-dee a flap of wings - the winter sings ...
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this is so well-written. i’m ready for winter.
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nearly there, thanks
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