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Despite the vicious bite and tenacity of grip Icicle fangs of winter are shortening drip by drip Roused by rising sap spring rallies to the fight Stag-horn oaks stab black limbs against the strengthening light A second front of snowdrops huddle in white helmets Bivouacked beneath the blackthorn and clustered in defence And a subtle hue of green is spreading through the moss Where their predecessors fell to the bitter steel of frost.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
Second Front
Despite the vicious bite and tenacity of grip Icicle fangs of winter are shortening drip by drip Roused by rising sap spring rallies to the fight Stag-horn oaks stab black limbs against the strengthening light A second front of snowdrops huddle in white helmets Bivouacked beneath the blackthorn and clustered in defence And a subtle hue of green is spreading through the moss Where their predecessors fell to the bitter steel of frost.
DawnHogarth-Burton
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
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