A January Sunday
It is forenoon with showers of rain
Houses try to huddle together for warmth
The trees on the avenue are still wrapped 
In light that comes on when darkness falls 
At five in the afternoon 
Indoor heavy jumpers are worn too early to
Switch on the electric heating 
We watch TV, drink coffee, wait for lunch                
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