Seasonal Shifts
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Sheena Blackhall
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The hungry wind sucks pebbles on the beach
A shag glowers at the foam
It's throat's a tarry S
Christmas cards
How many less this year?
No forwarding address
One fledgling fell mid flight
Broken in smithereens
One song less in the garden
The cat has eaten the robin
The tree is empty of joy
Daffs brash and common
Are the whores of spring
Anybody's for the picking
Thousands around our house
Tiny bell by a shrine
No Quasimodo clang
Buttercup under the chin
Spreading like honey
A yellow sun of shine
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş