4 QUICKIES....

     1.
remember snow?
wind-driven iciness?
not quite
a need for fire -
summer
after all.

     2.

what is it
about skin?
snow-white
in winter
that like
summer's
white roses
ache to blush
at the sun.

     3.

i remember my
mother told me
that she and
her sisters
would heave to
ease their mother's
ice-cream thighs
into corsets
shreaking
GELLATTY.
GELLATTY *
and laughing
and laughing.

(* ICE-CREAM. ICE-CREAM !)

     4.

no wish to
hex the weather
but summer's
green fields
so pleasantly-painted
by poets-of-the-past
more beautiful
mysterious
and precious
by far
under winter's
cloak of snow.

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(writen on bus - Weymouth/Dorchester return - friday 15th June 2012. Might work on 'em at later date BUT so busy to fit in any writing of poems lately, i planned to see what i could write on the journey. There was a fifth poem - about "hummingbird" - but it just did not come together for me....)

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