can be BLEAK

mid-winter

tho' I don't live on Cold Mountain

or any other peak

 well now have double-glazing

 hardly need Tibetan

tummo practice

inner fire

speaking of bleak

the well-known Chrismas carol

words written by Dante

Gabriel Rossetti's

sister Christina

at Birchington

Railway Station

in the village I grew up

can confirm it's bleak there

 that time of year

used to go to station

weekdays in my teens

commuting to school

standing on the hump-backed bridge

over the rail tracks

freezing wind from Arctic

bleak

felt sensation on cheek

 a station of the cross indeed

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                                                                                                           (26 Jan 2023) 

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