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The images above are August, February, July, September and November from "Twelve Children".
Winter Without Snow
Look up into the February sky -
is it a rogue snowflake?
Or a darting little bug
awakened much too early?
The marsh grass is pale spun gold.
Wild geese are standing watch.
In Victorian lace patterns, bare trees
are artists' delicate imaginings.
The sea is flat calm,
glistening cold, beginning to smoke.
One lone working boat
is steaming home.
Soon all will be hidden.
Blanked out by insistent white,
no more to be denied.
Hurry home.
