Dark ice-crusted earth, 
              a sparse powdering of snow. 
              The consommé of pondweed 
              turned iced gazpacho. 
            From the woodland-edge ash 
              to the boughs of the oak 
              wisps of wood pigeons wheel 
              and tumble like smoke. 
            Frosted eye of the pond 
              ringed by mid-winter mire. 
              Spiky iris leaves rising 
              in pale ochre fire.  
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