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sherlock
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nottingham
United Kingdom
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 Posted - 04/01/2021 : 07:27:55
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WINTER WALK
Way past eleven
And hard frost still lingers
Biting my nose
And tips of my fingers
Lacey webs cling
To bushes and fences
Cold winter breeze
That heightens the senses
Low winter sun
Creeps into the sky
Melting the frost
On the trees I pass by
Time to return
To the warmth and my chair
Gaze through the glass
At the wonders out there
© Don Holmes (31/12/2020)
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Winter Walk
