I
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Strafed snow
beneath Delamere canopy.
Morning needle melt
dropped water pellets, converting ice-helmets
into colanders.
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II
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Snow-yoked shoulders
of broad branches, beacon –
white stripes that garner light,
they lay, panther-like,
sublime felines feigning sleep.
Beneath,
we stroke mud that clogs soles,
eyes and minds
wassailed by bright.
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Travelling North
PoetryPoetry based on my travels through Russia, Ukraine, Hungary, England and beyond.