Monday 10 December 2012

Poems in the waiting room

Once, waiting, I read 'Thaw' by Edward Thomas:
Over the land half-freckled with snow half-thawed 
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed, 
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass, 
What we below could not see, Winter pass.

The waiting got better. Poems in the waiting room. And then please do go back to Give a Book.

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