thick fog . . .
a ship somewhere
behind its horn

Jenny Macaulay

wild shore
a shearwater shuffles
out of winter

Gavin Austin

snowdrift
the hills webbed
in white

Tom Staudt

snowmelt
over the ashes of winter
a green carpet

Fatma Zohra Habis

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