Cheshire Winter

I remember tracing

Across the pale silvery worlds

Of sharpened sounds

Lit by January moons.

.

Curse you,

Impatient rain,

And how you fidget!

.

Casting this land

Into a great serpentine lapse,

Of water and light

With everything sparkling

On a mid-winter’s night.

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