Thursday, 13 December 2018

looking forward

looking forward

upon a reluctant ochre dawn,
pushed on the east of a wind,
and out of the depths of a wild sea,
here in the midst of winter, the spring

is frogspawn resurgent, in
shining, flaring eyes, pupil wide,
and long upon the walking ways,
of them there daisy daisy days.

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