February haunts itself
in closed doors
and cobwebbed windows
a spectre of torn earth
creaking with the floorboards
and all the #rockets and shoots of spring still locked away
as the ghost of all the seasons
calls from fox to crow
and hides its barren footprint
in these days of melted snow
#vss365
in closed doors
and cobwebbed windows
a spectre of torn earth
creaking with the floorboards
and all the #rockets and shoots of spring still locked away
as the ghost of all the seasons
calls from fox to crow
and hides its barren footprint
in these days of melted snow
#vss365
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