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Thursday 3 September 2020

IF WINTER COMES

It’s this part that gets me -
the sun going down.
Evening’s descent.
The dark, really,
going into the dark, 
unwillingly.

Tea going cold,
and tasting of nothing.


Banks of snowdrops,
gone in a blink.

I tuck two into this book.
Later, I’ll take a look.
Later, when I’m in need 
of light,
and it turns out
maybe the poet was right.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2020
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