Mid-morning, Mid-winter

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The dirty-white sky

And far away

The treetops, brittle and bare and even

Like the fine edge of some giant’s brush

Pushing up the horizon

Away from the damp earth.

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I think that the whole world is asleep

Or longing for sleep

There is no fire in the day

Nothing to wake the mind or stir the senses

And nothing to remember

Nothing moves but the cold wind.

 

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