hedge banks (Remove filter)
Esgyrn Eira
The thick ice on the pond is dimpled on its face:
The same snow that coated the field
Had landed on the frozen pool to yield
To ice its fragile beauty and feather grace
As dents
Body gone, only the skeleton of the snow is left:
The same snow that covered all around
Has lost its substance to the earthy mound
But dull white bones still haunt Spring's heft
As wraiths
...Friday 23rd March 2018 10:32 am
Recent Comments
keith jeffries on Did I?
1 hour ago
M.C. Newberry on Did I?
2 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Clues of Curiosity
5 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Inside Us
5 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Wisdom’s Age
6 hours ago
Tim Higbee on For the Laughter
6 hours ago
Mike Bartram on The Gifted Songwriter
7 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Half-Alive Portrait
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on Red Heifers
9 hours ago
Hélène on Day 9
11 hours ago