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A View From My Window On A Late Sunday Afternoon In Winter

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The sky has cleared, it is a duck-egg blue,
so still, so light, the clouds are few and white
like Royal Icing on a Christmas cake,
no wind, or very little. I watch my neighbour’s
chimney smoke across the road, it rises
in a thin and fitful plume that gently drifts
sideways, then soon disperses in the air
like prayer. On either side the window frames
a lattice-work of branches, stark and bare
against the sky, like Chinese characters

in black ink, or pebbles of dendritic agate
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Elena V. Moonray 07 December 2005

so peaceful, so charming :))

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Uriah Hamilton 05 December 2005

Your words and images flow perfectly, creating real poetry.

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Ernestine Northover 04 December 2005

That's a very interesting view there, Peter, with plenty for the mind to feast upon. A nice picture you have painted here. Love Ernestine XXX

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