Winter

The storms, when they came,
Were bitter and unwelcome.
Yet somehow and always..
Not nearly enough.

This infernal season
So bleak, so cheerless
A pitiless smack in the eye

I

am

Impervious…….

Succoured by the
gentle touch, the kiss
of serendipity,

Winter days swollen
by hope, a brilliant
good fortune,
and……

The Geelong Football Club

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