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
2 comments:
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.
Hi Juliet,
I only just noticed that you'd published this third poem of mine.
It is certainly that time of the year again.
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