Not really, it is hot and humid at the moment, but inspiration arrived these words presented themselves. Seasons’ turnCrushed by heavy greyshadows creep across heartspushing light awayleaving exposed delicate partsThe howl of windsa scowl of rainfingers of ice on skinit’s winter again
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Angele Toomey Poetry 