when our dog grew old
we carried her out and in
sighs and wagging tail
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shiver
slip into cold clothes
your body still warm from sleep
enjoy the shiver
blossom
a friend posts pictures
Berlin’s pink blossom in bloom
here our trees in bud
softly
day begins softly
muted colours, muffled sounds
the coo-ing of doves
hopeful
far mist-shrouded hills
close-by hopeful trees drip, from
freshly budding twigs
crested
three slender magpies
a large crested bird calls out
claims the largest tree
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toast
toast and marmalade
a mug of fresh pressed coffee
a personal space
soup
a bowl of hot soup
three fat little carrots steam
a spoon slowly stirs
mind
that temporal shift
a discombobulation
of the heart and mind
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