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Camp fire
brewing our coffees
of mountain snow.

Feet up
the slow turn of the lime slice
in her rose tea-cup.

Eggs on toast, coffee
a nearly forgotten dream
coming to mind.

Winter picnic
our shadows and our edges
lost in the grass.

Drawing the dank
from our holiday house
opened windows.

a winter storms
the bobbing of daffodils
under the downpipes.

ancient pond
a firefly leaps among
the stars of the water.

a full moon
clad in white
the stone nude.

in the midday lake
we fish at times
a snow-topped mountain.

tooth fairy
the gap that whistles
from her yawn.