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The bitter cold
has us
huddled,
curled up,
cuddling for
warmth.
No amount
of rattle
of the pipes
can force us
to have the day,
begun.
The battle
is over:
Winter, again,
has won.
@dogtrax We hibernate inside
check the indoor/outdoor gauge
waiting for the drop below 40
before going out to hang the washing
the cooler unit struggles
under the heat onslaught
summer is winning.
#smallpoems response
@wentale
The trophy sits,
dusty;
Remembering
the time
Summer won and
Winter trailed
far behind
#smallpoems response response
@wentale @dogtrax
‘Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.’
The Tragedy of King Richard the Third,
#shakespeare Never a #smallpoems
