04-01-2022, 08:54 PM
Winter never hid
its love for me
when snow drops
and crocuses bloom
on glittering mornings.
April has thawed
the cluttered canal
to damp rainbows
between grey clouds
and homeless geese.
I mourn the ice.
its love for me
when snow drops
and crocuses bloom
on glittering mornings.
April has thawed
the cluttered canal
to damp rainbows
between grey clouds
and homeless geese.
I mourn the ice.
wae aye man ye radgie
