• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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In the dark, raw month of January,
All colour has been stripped away -
Everything is paused.

In hedgerows, brittle stems
Of nettles, dill and cow parsley
Tangle like umbrellas in a porch.

We are resigned to long days of rain
And welcome a sudden change to snow
When, in the morning, the bowl
Of sky is china blue and almost clear again.