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June

Ever since she’d been little she’d harboured romantic notions of curling up by the fire with a steaming hot chocolate and a good book, every now and then turning to read aloud the bits that made her smile to the one she loved.

But it had been a long winter. There was no fire. No chocolate (hot or otherwise). The books had been read, sold & turned into sustenance.

Her wrinkled fingers shakily pulled the itchy blanket close to her chin. The ball of fur on her lap twitched an ear.

She closed her eyes as the bitterness kissed her lips.


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Big orange ball

What is that big orangey ball in the sky?
I sort of remember, but I can’t think why.
It’s making me squint and reach for my shades
to block out the glare of those eye-blinding rays.

Where’s it been hiding? Did it just not care?
That the greyness of winter was having more than it’s share.
And making us all wish for beaches and sand
with waves licking toes and ice creams in hand.

But wait, what is this? One cloud then another
just as I dared to begin dreaming of summer.
Tiny white flakes, and bitter winds blow
and hopes of no coats are buried in snow.

 

 

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