Each year the allure of snow
lessens for me
At first it was fun
A white powder covering
of my antipodean past
Snow silently falling
covering everything with light
and lack of colour
But shovelling feet of snow
to get the car unstuck
to collect the milk for tea
is a pain to me
So I'm all for a non white Xmas
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Poetry allows us to condense our human experience. This blog has original poetry and comment on poetry especially modern, contemporary and radical poetry.
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