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Transition
larrylark

Beneath the door step,
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leaves, crisped brown,
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surviving winter  months,
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give up their search for mulch,
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settle then swirl endlessly round.
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Frost that etched window panes
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unlikely to return.
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Finger trace,discoloured glass.
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distant shimmer begins its slow burn
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Summer still half asleep.
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A faint glimmer starts to fill,
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as it creeps towards mid April
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6 Apr 16


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