Monday, 13 February 2017

snowdrops


This bold wave of snowdrops, white capped,
cresting over heaped churchyard turf,
curling around groyned gravestones.
I do not remember such icy exuberance
when I looked before, too eager for joy,
but I am beyond the wall now and careless,
caught in the breaking, drenched in wonder.

Alice Christie
13 ii 17

7 comments:

  1. Thank you sarah, Toffeeapple, Monica and Mary. I'm a bit out of practice so I heart you for your kind encouragement.

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  2. What beautiful words you have and so elegantly put together!

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