Sleet 2

Hoarfrosted, thorned-hedgerows
stunned blunt by this winter’s fiercest frost

Guide a long skein of slow mute crows
across this solid white sky until almost lost

Amidst the horizon’s dissolving mists and blurs
that strike dumb Even Song’s summoning toll

Twixt here and distant Bixwood Hill’s eerie serried firs
the Jinnet’s floods are numbed to ice by the startling cold

The starlings have forsaken their twilight flight and verse
though a ghostly owl swoops amidst the disconsolate sheep

Then one stray blasphemous raven curse
shatters this frozen silence into sudden sleet

Sleet 1


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