Winter: a poem

Melbourne

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The north wind huffs

its icy breath

across the mountains

and the city shivers

dark grey mornings

dull afternoons

the sun has lost interest

frost creeps in at night

morning reveals a crisp white lawn

the grass curls up its toes

we huddle under umbrellas

huddle by the fire

huddle into woolly coats

winter fogs the glass

bushfires a forgotten

nightmare.