Tuesday, March 22, 2016

soft warm sunshine 
climbs through my window
every morning, 
a runaway 
returning.

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the days are in 
no hurry
to retire to 
darkness
they beg for 
just a little longer.

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a walk among the thaw
the barren branches now 
proudly displaying 
green baby buds
the birds chatter
and the Thames 
cracks with 
joyful laughter

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-spring has arrived in Oxford 


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