Stepping out
morning cold
kisses my face
Overcast morning
my walk begins with
springy steps
Muddy river
memories of this year's flood
slowly receding
The old house
winter winds
rattling its bones
Sunny kitchen
the open recipe book
splattered with batter
Through the small window
a shaft of morning sunlight
sparkling bath water
Tamarillo harvest
hot jars lined up on the bench
my home-made chutney
Soft winter sunshine
a cold westerly blowing
its misery
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