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I remembered on Thursday that I missed doing this last week - and this week's is just a short one, but feels apt.
Thaw
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see: Winter pass.
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Thaw
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see: Winter pass.
(More about the author here.)
