We AreA Poem by Chris Shaw
Beneath this frozen ground we wait
protected from the iron fist of winter as her cover slips, to freeze your garden, spread sharp frost on wayward leaves now crunchy crisp. Wild winds whip up and sun has lost her welcome warmth, so pale her face, no trace of robust, rosy glow. Predicted soon are falls of snow and ice will cling on country roads. Our time clock ticks yet we must rest in silent sleep, bear out the chill until we push our waking green through stubborn earth. And then the thrill in early spring, we'll bring to you, we'll dance for you in thickened clumps. We are your promised daffodils.
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Added on February 19, 2019Last Updated on February 19, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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