Tag: sunday

Blossom on the Thorn

“Scraps of blackthorn blossom fleck my coat,Another gust of hail, and down they float; A fine spring this— the earth as cold as stone, North-easterlies that cut you to the bone. The primroses have withered, one by one,The bluebells cower, praying for the sun…”… Continue Reading “Blossom on the Thorn”

Enough said

There is much to be saidFor undramatic landscape, for pale skiesFor hills which do not overtire the eyesElizabeth Jennings ~ Much to be said Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures

short fall

“…thinking of a gallant multitude Which now all withering lay… Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay”  And we who memorialize these many moons hereafter may never picture  all the manifold contrasts gallants marching as multitudes soldier sweethearts in subdued song and on to landscapes levelled and pocked craters of… Continue Reading “short fall”