Friday 11 February 2011

Stories / poems from ‘Ana Thema’ – Alan Howard: 3

She is…


A gentle breeze in spring,
Whispering among the leaves of beech

In summer, rain
Dancing warm upon my upturned face

An autumn bed of leaves
Under a pale sun

A fireglow, a hearth,
A home, in winter.

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