leaned by the window cold / thought that if snow falls it may land /if trees grow it may be up /if we all plant seeds they may be food

rift winter days                                                             ­       curtains dragged across the gloom early
yet while light lingers we wander to the snow                                    hear the last bird call

snow or heavy rain dark the days are the evenings darker

forecasts bring gloom and panic then are cancelled minutes later the phone kicks off

ice is predicted / mountains white

my snow day

much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely

linen threads hang heavy / needles preserved / small holes ready…

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