Posted by Admin on 3 March 2008, 12:00 am
Through tear-streaked panes the landscape mourns,
the leaden sky and earth are one;
and stark, sad trees spread twisted forms,
in shadow-patterned grey and dun.
On sodden earth the muddy pools,
beyond a well-soaked hedge appear;
and only hopeful birds give sign,
that Spring is nigh and March is here.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council