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light drizzle taunts me to step outside
stopping and starting in half-hearted
chaotic random showers, its laughter
a mocking feeble hiss on the paths,
the sky is a dour threadbare grey, which
necessitates the kitchen light being on
for breakfast, a hark back to winter,
a stiff breeze circles around the house
like an inquisitive, expectant crowd,
my days of denying the elements are
long gone, I am easy meat and settle
for cups of tea, research and writing,
realizing it’s the cowards way out
I sit and sneer at the monochrome
morning like a child hiding
behind its mothers’ skirts, tongue out!
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© Graham R Sherwood 04/25
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