Under this
aluminium sky
the day feels blank
as a factory wall.
The chickens fluff
fatly
keeping busy
in the sunless dirt.
The washing hangs
limp and two dimensional
in front of
the enthusiastic
budding of the Magnolia.
It is winter
with its grumpier face on.
Pretty tame,
you have to say,
compared to
tennis-ball sized hail stones
and incinerated
National Parks.
Out of the Cave 
I reckon this is terrific !!! there are some lovely and harrowing images here: one, in particular, maybe because we have one in our front yard, is the budding of the magnolia 🙂
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Thank you! Winter feels like a holiday this year.
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It’s much better. I will never complain about winter again.
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Reblogged this on Out of the Cave and commented:
This is what I wrote exactly one year ago…
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