Wednesday, 11 December 2019

The dung heap quartet

fresh morning air
a light frosting
on the dung heap
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a change in the weather
wisps of steam rising
from the dung heap
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midsummer day
the hum of bluebottles
in the dung heap
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the days get shorter
falling silent
the dung heap

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