Dieback Poems - Poems about Dieback

...Ever moving The migration by wind and water As the sands shift with time Changing the face The feel The look. As sea laps, wind blows Longshore drift Collect Deposit Ever moving sands Pass......

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...The clocks have gone back and all is still. The trees are molten gold. The garden’s dieback mode infectious, the air is damp and cold. No texture to the sky, its sullen grey devoid of shapes o......

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...The clocks have gone back And all is still. The trees are molten gold. The garden's dieback Mode infectious, the air is damp and cold. No texture to the sky, Its sullen grey devoid of shapes O......

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