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Crabs

Crab trees turning red, petals strew the lawn
 sky  cloudless, dark at nine  
memories  of summer fade again;  
winter coats in  halls.  
Wellies dry with mud sulk in porches  
Brambles black and sweet join apples,    
barmy evenings warm and short  
darker clouds to watch.
Longer nights steal from the day  
robin taps the window pane
wary of the Magpie.
   
   
 
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 1st May 2020
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