by ciderman_nz » Sat Mar 29, 2025 8:26 pm
Winter
Winter is a woman
b‘reft of love.
Each idle day lies
Heavy in her hand.
She weeps and rages;
Bitter, sad by turns,
And spreads a little Death
Upon the land.
There is no love in winter
But the land needs Love and
Hope, Renewal and Rebirth,
And waits for spring
Who comes with open arms,
To bring life,
The Wonder of the Earth
Civilisation is a veneer, easily soluble in alcohol.