Janet Sillett Poems

Poplars
Memories of a Europe new to me then as a child
Other
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There is a heat haze
Across the narrow road the house has open windows but is obscured
In the park the dog casually eating leftovers
Workers stretched out in listless oblivion
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January light
Sharp uncompromising in the frosty sun
Throwing up the outline skeleton trees
To stab at any warmth left within
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