It’s snowing again,
And I’m trapped
Between the place I’ve left behind
And the new.
We’ve been here five seconds;
Too many years spent in the old,
Building visions apparently unrealised.
Here is virgin,
Unfamiliar,
Mint raw as the snow layering our back lawn,
Immaculate –
Yet to be stamped upon;
Exciting, perplexing,
we’ve not been this way before.
And the memories of our past burn glacier hot,
Stiletto sharp, trying to prise us both apart.
Inevitably pointless,
like the icicles suspended from the house next door,
soon to be thawed in long lusted for Spring rays.
Photos: Ru
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