Winter looking so bedraggled
A wet and dirty scotch blanket
Draped across the landscape
A mixture of stubble and snow
You can see the earth heave a sigh
As it exhales its ghost presence
In the thick mist that clings
To the surface of things
Rising in fleeting wisps
Full of ethereal longing
Changeable as we are
The pinheads and mallards
Bobbing along the shoreline
Are quick to take wing
At the slightest hint of
Footfall approaching
And soon merge back
Into the mist from
Whence they came
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