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The green expanse of grass

Where Lacey and I stroll

 Is cold-whitened in the chill overnight

It scrunches underfoot,


 Chinese crisped seaweed

specially bleached

Above, across the morning blue

White clouds stretched taut

Like varicose veins pulled thin in a late winter sky.

We’re icy cold and missing you

So we’re returning 

homeward bound, both dog and I.

Beneath our feet, pavements sparkle,

In this low morning light

with a frosting, like diamonds and marcasites.

Ahead, our cottage, our home beckons

Radiating with love and warmth

You offer a welcoming mug of steaming coffee

But I defer the delight of sipping,


Whilst I’m warmed by your tender love embrace.

I'm now unfrosted.

#nearly valentine

◄ The Kinfgisher

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Russell Jacklin

Sat 11th Feb 2023 09:17

Thank you both

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 11th Feb 2023 08:35

A fine, well written poem, Russell.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 10th Feb 2023 17:02

A lovely hug on a winter's night. Nice one J.D.

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