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Being fifty you
Should be glad as one hundred
Would be twice as bad
 Mar 2015 Alice Morris
Ant
Sky colour changes
The winds begin to whisper
Wild storm breaks free
I'm a bloodied battlefield:
Caught between passion and ice,
In warm sheets, on cold shoulders…
Am I spring or fall?
Am I falling in love or falling further out?
I wish I knew.
See, you lit my wick.
I melt to drip. I change form.
No looking back now.
© Bitsy Sanders, February 2015
 Mar 2015 Alice Morris
Weasel
Vehicle towed home
Got it unstuck just today
Won't happen again.

{ Weasel }
This is true.
I wish it never happened.
Hope you enjoy.
Thank you for reading!
Poem 24.
© The Weasel.
All rights reserved.
 Mar 2015 Alice Morris
Weasel
The snow fell to earth
Wrapped inside a white blanket
Beautiful to see.

{ Weasel }
Hope you enjoy.
Thank you for reading!
Poem 25.
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 Mar 2015 Alice Morris
Weasel
Winter starlight sky
I see it through the window
Of my snug bedroom.

{ Weasel }
Hope you enjoy.
Thank you for reading!
Poem 26.
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