Chill
By Rhiannonw
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Roadside shorn of colour, bleak,
waiting for the sun to break
through the misty veil to cheer,
waiting for the turn of year
when the warmth will stir again
soil, and seeds and buds to swell
at the end of winter’s chill.
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hah - when I saw the title I
hah - when I saw the title I thought - 'that doesn't sound like Rhiannon!' - then I read the beautiful poem and realised it was a different kind of chill
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Looking for the spring as
Looking for the spring as ever. Enjoyed the read.
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You have caught that
You have caught that anticipation at the year's end perfectly, the air thick with fog like packing material. Your last two lines hopeful and the lively rhythm gives a positive feeling
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I feel chilly just reading.
I feel chilly just reading. It's a small and perfectly crafted picture of mid-winter. I have a winter solstice birthday, the day is so short and I fear it makes me slightly dark in character. Nevermind soon be spring, little green shoots poking through the gloom.
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