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16 Nov 2013

Sunrise when I set out on the train;

Sunset, as I'm coming home again.

Tonbridge, bathed in apricot and mist

Rising from the lakes where kayaks drift.

Skirting shadowed woodlands, the full moon

Lifts itself above the evening's gloom,

Until, as day's bright colours drain away

A single star proclaims the end of day.

A street-light breaks the darkness as it cuts

Across fields, low hedges and the ruts

Deep ploughed and harrowed, where the winter grains,

Long silent days, deep frosts and freezing rains

Will run, unnoticed until unseen roots

Proclaim the Spring in prodigal green shoots.

Brian Hick November 2013

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