Hoylake is the centre of seasonal gifts and joy , with an ice rink as well , Spikey Mouse Photography will be there with a fine array of art gifts

shadows standing empty
as we moved from the tree,
he worked with sweat for bread,
she wore only handmade dresses
fabric accumulated from a saving mother,
he had written to her heart
as it understood the depth
that his motive went to,
every day in lengthy plan
hours conceived into moments
stolen away from the factory
to the hill,
sanctuary of silence from the state
propaganda and revolution,
fresh baked filled the air with a resonance,
they as patriots fervent as they are lovers,
planned wedding and battle
as an intertwined plan,
analogy of expectation
that had no sourness,
ignore siting safe indoors
sound the bells of union,
warm tingle of happiness
before the steely clamor
of guns
white snow, bright snow
raw to eyes and heart,
last night she fell asleep,
by morning he was gone,
note now twisted on table
next to coffee pot,
with little explanation
a cowardly run,
stood on porch
looking to the furthest point,
snow blended landscape
so that it looked the same,
tears held back,
for something in the light
told her
it would get better now
translucent sheep
black face blotches stains
on hilltop landscape,
snow pulled over rain
and the old farmer
negotiates iced path,
eager forms shiver and huddle,
feed bag spills,
eyes seem without content
yet expressions aware
of eastern bite,
no other sounds
snow muffled nature
coating dry stone walls,
beneath wool they wait
moving agile on stick legs
through thickened drifts,
spring and lambs
a distance away,
reliant now
on human form
red land rover and flickering
headlights
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