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misty_eagle
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Spring is definitely springing in the south of England, but here is a throwback to the day in late January when time stood still.

Snow Day

It's strange when it happens

We all poke our noses outside

We all poke our noses outside Like curious mice

We all poke our noses outside Like curious mice Charmed by novelty

We all poke our noses outside Like curious mice Charmed by novelty Struck dumb by otherness

Neighbours beam at one another

Neighbours beam at one another not quite believing their luck

It's happened

It's happened.

More sudden and complete

More sudden and complete than anyone could have imagined

A day out of place and time.

The dogs are different too

We feed off each other's sense

We feed off each other's sense of the uncanny and the new

But it's the birds who are the most changed

But it's the birds who are the most changed And I wonder if they'll ever be the same

Red kites soar low and slow

Red kites soar low and slow over white field

over white field

uncertain and searching

and higher up, charcoal against the white-grey

the heron

ghostly and lost

ghostly and lost making its usual dusk-journey across the sky

ghostly and lost making its usual dusk-journey across the sky at noon

At unseen intervals

At unseen intervals A crescendo of geese

At unseen intervals A crescendo of geese Mad with confusion

At unseen intervals A crescendo of geese Mad with confusion Honking and blustering

We round a corner

We round a corner and a flock of pigeons bursts upwards

We round a corner and a flock of pigeons bursts upwards as if blown apart by a gunshot

But it's getting too much now.

too cold

too muffled

too blank

But no sooner do I think this, than I hear a thud from behind

But no sooner do I think this, than I hear a thud from behind Then another ahead

Snow is dropping in clumps from the birches

Then, the sound of trickling water - a stream

What was once ice rigid begins to soften and drip

Hours later, back at home, the last of it puddles in the garden

The cloak of cloud lifts

The cloak of cloud lifts to reveal raw sky

A wood pigeon ruffles in a snowless tree

A wood pigeon ruffles in a snowless tree Blushing pinkish against the newly naked sky

A wood pigeon ruffles in a snowless tree Blushing pinkish against the newly naked sky And, shaking off the last scent of strangeness, wonders:

what happened today?

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