February fills dikes, overflows fields
and streams, turns paths to slippery ooze.
Petulant winds crease the surface of the lake
and agitate the fast flowing river.
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This is the tree where you carved your name
at the junction of three woodland pathways,
hoping to be part of its long living.
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Setting out in the morning,
Under a bright winter sky,
Sunshine filters through bare branches,
casting rich pools of golden light.
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ind over water,
stream over stone.
Trees are shivering
in gusty cornfields
- green over liquid gold.
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'If' is a word
I often choose;
A golden key
I often use.
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In the cool of the evening
a fox lies here in the long grass
under the blossoming apple trees.
He keeps guard as the stars
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From the east, grey clouds
Scout the sky, occupy the horizon.
Chillingly, efficiently,
Barrages of hail and rain
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Spring, this term,
Is quite up to the standard required by the Board,
Notwithstanding occasional periods of non-attendance.
Has been awarded a pass in the following: -
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In gathering mist, the path leads down
from grassy hill-top, sure-footed
through maze of bracken trails, confidently
skirting hidden rocks and slippery streams;
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Through the gate
And over the stile
Curlews calling,
Lapwings tumble.
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