Wintry wind
Slashing sleet
In your face,
Spiteful,
Sharp
Against your skin.
And then sun,
Shining sickly,
Barely warm
Until you reach
The shelter
Of fieldside bushes.
Clouds disappearing,
A grey blanket-like sky
Covering the sun
– Until it re-appears,
Finding blue spaces
And glittering in puddles
Of rain water.
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