The wind roared
Through the chimney
All last night.
Buffeting the windows
Low moaning
Round the doors
It woke me
Growling at my feet.
And now all hail
The coming winter sleet
And gulley wagons
Sucking
At the corners of the street.
The worlds awash
Up north without a doubt
But down south
I hear
They have a drought !
JL 5th Dec 12:31
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