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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Nightfall
Soft white lights
In the middle of the night
All have taken flight
From the silent street
Not even a tweet
From the lonely parakeet
After all,
It’s no ball
In the middle of
Winter
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Red
What a blast
The contrast
Not unabashed
As it flashed
Its red colour
All over
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Blurred Bines
With a snow cover
On the top they hover
Not quite the clover
Still always on the upper
They say it’s a hopper
They call them the blurred bines
Yeah yeah yeah!
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Bending not breaking
Swaying back and forth
Somewhere up north
In a forsaken part of earth
Where mother nature gave them birth
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Snowfall
It pours when it snows
When the soft white stuff downward flows
But still something strong grows
Even if the wind really hard blows
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Snowy Cotton Balls
Fluffy and puffy
But still most toughie
Balls made of snow
In the darkness they’ll glow
Pick one up and whoa!
Then in a slow mo
It far away throw
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Poetry & Photography
“I don’t want it good. I want it Tuesday” Jack Warner
One
Tuesday morning sunrise
Filling the horizon
Across the seaside
In a blanket of frozen
Rantings Of A Third Kind 