a cold, wet tramp -
arriving,
snow-dripping from neck's back -
a two-hour-chat-cum-cup-of-coffee -
a lift returns me
to where green tulip leaves in the window-box
poke their life
out of the whiteness
Below - the virgin-white garden
Beyond - the ravished slush of road
Inside I warm myself.
Gerald England, Hyde, UK
I can relate to this poem particularly at the moment as it is so cold and unpleasant outside. I also like the sign of hope and spring in the tulip leaves.
ReplyDeleteHi Juliet,
ReplyDeleteI only just noticed that you'd published this third poem of mine.
It is certainly that time of the year again.