Winter
the last minute washing stiff as frozen fish
the tarmac with mirrors like in Snow White
the breath of people waiting like power stations
the ice on the windscreen like the cocaine in movies
the snow much reduced by thaw, stays put
the small lake more a pond like an old silver coin
the gull on the chimney, like a traffic policeman conducts
the children negotating the slipperiness of Winter
the holiday brochure with the sunshine and golden beach
the penance of cyclist caught by the wind uphill
the memory of the snow drift and the crisp feeling of cold
the rain that regrettably announces already the Spring
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