Forgotten Ground Regained

Christmas Walk

Here a pond-surface peaceful,mirror though moved by the mallards,the murk-sky repeats.
Leafless aloof-tilted,an ash-tree up-angles in ire-tautlour at my act.
All is wattle of withyin the fencing that fends me off from fair-pool,with a full worn face.
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