'their surface worn down by frost
and rain to a milky chalk'
just how I feel this morning
P
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Sent: 18 November 2009 07:34
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Subject: snap 1
Must be the winter blues starting;
snap 1
the trees like the ghosts of fathers
are shadows in the morning mist
in the field the monastic stones
show where walls stood
their surface worn down by frost
and rain to a milky chalk
the sound of voices has no throat
its larynx is wind in the hedgerow
grass silvered by the first frost
of another winter
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