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In the winter's sun reflection
the red sky
I am blinded,
the wild geese silhouetted
unassailable, their cry

 

                                            In the easterly wind
                                            the sweet smell
                                            of these
                                            wild flowers
                                            turns my head


                                                                                      Winter wind
                                                                                      sun fading...
                                                                                      disappearing
                                                                                      oyster catcher runs
                                                                                      on drifting sands