WINTER
By Tommy Makem
Winter, a sharp bitter day
the robin turns plump against the cold
the sun is weak
silver faded from gold
he is late in his coming and short in his stay
Man, beast, bird and air all purging, all cleansing,
earth already purified awaits the rite of spring
Her bridal gown a virgin snow and frosts in her hair
A snowdrop by the road today bowed gracefully
and high upon the wind up in the sparkling nothingness,
a lone bird began to sing
can gentle spring be far away?
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1 comment:
What a beautiful poem. I really enjoyed the photo as well!
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