Thursday 16 December 2021

and there

 and there

where the innerings of the fields converge 

by long the falling of your way’s desire

rest you now from all the toils of day

around the hearth of nighttime’s lonely fire

lay your heart to rest its winter’s load 

and simply sit and longingly wait content 

until the bulbs of spring emerge

although deep they lay below this snowy sward 

where many a hope in earnest overstayed 

never again to open up upon another time 

but lay forgotten and forgotten lay

and long forgotten there they stay

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