dried oak leaves
history book in the park
I leaf through it
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fell follows fell
framed by frosty forest
arctic freeze
---
a snowflake drifting
the elegance of a swan
cast into ice
---
blizzard disappeared
a world of white remains
the views revived
---
trying to tune
to the frequency of spring
winter plays on
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February evening
sun and moon meet briefly
to swap gossip
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the imprints blow
the cover on walker's tails
hare and magpie!
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treading the meadow
carefully not to produce
broken petals
---
sunset by the sea
mother nature's paintbrush
dipped in orange
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footprints chained
in the afternoon sun
snow painted purple
---
swans' glamour
disappearing head or not
the grace remains
---
an empty moment
ducks hang in the air
over clear water
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reindeer and tree maze
nowhere to go but away
from the mosquitoes
---
more rain coming down
my hope of more snow still lives
but it's stopped breathing
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lapwing's flight
like a pen's path in the sky
bird and poet bond
---
twenty-five below
winter shouts its presence
muffled by logfire
---
weary goldeneye
meets cacophony of ducks
on a blue canvas
---
blue heaves away grey
the sun pushes out the clouds
spring finds its voice
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feeling the view
smell of spring up on the fell
curvaceous earth
---
a single leaf
oak tree but a memory
nestles in a pond
---
crow caws
like a rough-hewn blackbird
out of tune
---
the spring has a sprint
winter reduced to hobble
on melting snow
---
raining on snow
like strong alkali and acid
carnage created
---
snow-clad birches
flakes floating from above
everything stops
---
core of the winter
with its trusted cure-all
a sunny day
---
dry oak leaves
like a book in the park
grounded history
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city at midnight
a forest of lights
woken up by moon
---
a blue moment
punctuated with white
swans pass by
---
hunker down
under a wild spruce tree
create your haven
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swimming upstream
swans know not to compete
pace yourself
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special offer
a real sliver of blue sky
framed in silver
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pink meets blues
the most beautiful sunset
deserves a trophy
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willow profesies
early buds on wren's branch
a sunlit perch
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unrivalled blues
cloud framed February sky
the sun crawls through
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mass of grey clouds
yet hinting of days to come
a blue bonnet
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hedge at four AM
blackbird singing its heart out
no modesty
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beachcombing moment
the ocean's locks dyed blue
sky brushed gold
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