Mauve fence

the snow on the other side

the breath of winter on your cheek

it happened today.

That screen

the table extended, creaking

beyond are lights and chatter

the salt shaken.

Your summer

is a bench and hamper

the camera does not lie

a blue beyond blue.

Slates falling

rain slips the roof

at night the warmth

the weather permitting.

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