Snows
© Sally Plumb
published by Decanto poetry magazine England
Not far from a river,
in the depth
of a wood,
amidst gold autumn debris,
snow, ivy and moss,
– snowdrops –
heads bowed demurely
in cold, winter light
stand patient and silent
with spring in their sight.
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