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The Smell of Winter


The first draft of this poem was written in the autumn of 1978. It has been reworked this winter. There is always one day every autumn, especially where I live in Ocentejo in the mountains, when you suddenly realise that winter is on its way. There is a smell of cold in the air. Soon. this is replaced by the smell of log fires burning.
28 February 2018
Keywords: Winter
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