Still Winter

Grandmother always

Takes snow from plum boughs

For her best tea

Birds sing merrily

Like in spring, but too early

And drop from the bough

The fallow sun

Through the busy street

Golden reflections

Brother’s birthday

Winter storm stops

For a moment

As night progresses

The window front loses

Light by light

So much for winter

Premature primavera

And snowdrops ringing

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