Time has not yet inclined enough to coerce any kind of difference - perhaps later - sometime in June when we'll see our pined-for light .../
There will be a cold sluggishness - not known since those tardy days of queued-at red telephone boxes - impatient lines still in that set chill .../
I'm spitting out my words I do not like their taste - I've been thinking too much lately now I'm fat around my waist .../
We have yet to see our exhaled breaths as we avoid the burn of the cold .../
Sunlight is unexpected today but welcome across the floor it is heightened by blown clouds and their linear crossing of the blaze...