Torrents of mid-winter rain drown fallen leaves of oak, carrying the lucky ones Downhill
On shimmering ad hoc rivers until they meet on the banks of a temporary lake. Golden clumps
Cluster forlornly in pre-spring purgatory awaiting the salvation of rake and wheelbarrow.
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The ‘Cluster……..’ line is perfect
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