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spotty yellows emerging
from this ocean of green –
vast rape field
a pair of blue jays
looking like giants
among snowdrops
in the whiteness
of the morning sun,
snowdrops disappear
bush clover,
falling petals form a carpet;
how thick the moss!
this piercing
cold –
lodging in the holes
of my old socks
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familiar landscape
all in pastel colours…
dusting of snow
autumn dawn –
rain tapping the tin roof,
the crow too keeps me awake
fog obscures
the length of the day –
winter solstice
in the still
of the night –
only the sound of my nib
speaks volumes
lotus flower –
unable to flee
from water
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