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The winter sun has eased away the frost

Softening the ice edge where it turns

Transparent, seeping downwards as it's lost;

The winter sun.

By the sea wall a teenage couple stand.

Their silhouettes hung like a dying ghost

Of the day's heat, shimmers as his hand

Stretches out to touch her unseen face.

They move away towards the pier and

Fade, as falling twilight creeps to encase

The winter sun,

The winter sun flows on across the Downs

Lighting up the beacons as it cuts

From Firle to Lewes, Alfreston to Glynde.

The winter sun

Low in the east is bursting with new fire

To burn and quicken, purge and purify

Releasing dormant earth to rise again.

Each tiny root, each single sleeping grain

Touched in the thawing darkness out of sight

Will at his touch, explode into the light.

The winter sun.

Brian Hick February 2015

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Sun and wind and sea

Autumnal mists linger, where the trees

Silhouette, before the morning sun

Warms away the grey expanse to ease

Its daily resurrection.

Breakers dash each other to the shore

Spilling white foamed flecks along the strand

Where solitary walkers risk the raw

North-eastern as it reaches land.

Sun and wind and sea move as they must

Indifferent to the lives of you and me

Who, before we're rendered back to dust,

Would make some sense of what we see.

But sun and wind and sea move on

And, just as quickly, we are gone.

Brian Hick October 2012

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