just a dusting
it was a dusting of snow
you know the way it settles on the slate
late into the day the roofs are edged with sorrow
closer to a dream that melted long ago
a few hardy souls slips into my mind
as footsteps mist their way you know
how thoughts settle slowly into
the distance that melts frozen
flakes of a memory settle when
sward is another word that is cribbed
from a nativity tea-clothed with a shepherd’s cord
that leads the snow-sheep down the centre of the road
the shops are open
aye
the busses are running
just a dusting
just a dusting
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