Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Maybe
Winter is Tired
And taking a break for a few sunny
days
Icicles have dripped and dropped away
to earth
Merry breezes breathe away dawn’s drifting
haze
A warm front soon after the new year’s
birth
But even now the north drops down in
greys
The shifting wind blows dark, decaying
leaves
Away to prep for tomorrow’s icy
glaze
As the wilding weather bobs and
weaves
The paling sun drops coldly in the
west -
False spring in its own turn now
takes a rest
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