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Winter is lurking amongst the trees,I hear her rustle through the leaves,as the creepers blush from Summer’s joy,before letting go and stripping bare,and rainbows dissolve into grey.September is upon us.Rain sweeps by in curtains,as the days are drawing in.Set the stage, all change,get ready!Winter coat, old friend,lined with excitement!The fire’s been lit,once already,get it lit,get…
A year of frustration!
This poem was written through a still persisting, and I guess long standing, sense of frustration! Primarily motivated by the war in Ukraine, but by extension the lack of action on so many important issues going all the way back to the knowledge of all those football-fields worth of rainforest being destroyed back when I…
