For the robin, no perch here.
Across the field
mournful cattle low.
Too cold, the dark end of the year.
Soft hues of Eire
earth-brown, grass-green, sky-blue,
overcome by stark monochrome.
Posted on 29th Jan 2015 by Ali Isaac
Christmas, mid-winter, poem, poetry, robin, snow, trees, willows, winter
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