The heating on this
dark cold night
Settling down to
a film that may give a fright
A soup just had
cockles all warmed
Now wrapped up
under a fleece till dawn
This biting cold
on this Spring day
Still refuses to
go away
No warm days can
yet be seen
Just have to hope
and believe
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Feb 27, 2013
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