I said on Monday,
This week
Let us seek
The pussy willow.
Today the sun shone
On fells fresh green
Across the darker
Conifer screen.
Rounded lambing ewes
Below the crown of hill
Suckle black faced lambs
Against the stone fold still.
Another year begins.
Sunlit snowdrops shine.
Above are pussy willow slips,
Below my years first celandine.
Even in a land but partly dressed
The Lord gives hope of loveliness.
JL Feb 15 15:15
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