Sunday 6 October 2013

White-washed Winter Mornings

 

White washed winter mornings

Crisp eternal state

Icicles on awnings

Summer's out of date

 
Cold north wind is biting

Clear clean air feels fresh

Round-the-clock street lighting

Cloudy skyline mesh


Cool inviting darkness

The whistling breeze doth sing

Brisk uplifting starkness

Alas the days of spring
 
 
(a poem from Life Without Buildings)
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