Stave 2 Indeed the weather changed: In the early hours of the morning A thick, damp fog ranged; At dawn, there came a light breeze, So icy it brought a freeze And when the sun rose in the sky, Trees and shrubs were covered in rime, Their delicate network A glittering white lacework. A […]
Day: December 18, 2015
Christmas Honesty
In springtime, at the bottom Of my grandparents’ tiny garden, I would marvel for hours At a crowd of white and purple flowers: Grandad called them Lunaria. Together we would watch As the pretty petals perished, Leaving brown oval parcels. There was always a strong breeze, Blowing and rolling, Peeling back the wrapping To reveal […]
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