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Winter.

Posted on February 5, 2019 by kylienorman

Snow. White redaction of the land.

Trees ink up into dun sky,

Their shadows tombs in thinning light.

World new-made in white

Unmaking everything below.

Winter a shiver on the bone.

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Richard Jefferies, Haunts of the Lapwing, 1883

 

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