Warming

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each bared upper branch is sunset-torched oxidised reddened by that last touch of low light off this third month’s fooling dusk A slumped red hour ending a widely-held disbelief of an unexpectedly warm day in March once marked by late snow but not by my fifth decade’s birth date now re-set by summer’s early incremates...


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The Colour of Spring

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There a flash – yellow – clowning in mid-February – our foolish fault – a false overwintering for spring-tricked innocents – bringing slow recalls of others’ tales of good luck indicated by such arrivals – or was it about good times – or was it about a sure proximity of death? Leviticus found leprosy in...


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30,000 Returns

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The held blossom in the twitten
reminded me of sakura in Japan -
when we climbed Mount Yoshino -
anami to Oku Senbon .../


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