simonhlilly

ST. VALENTINE’S

Frost curls
the crisp,
cold shade.

In cwm,
on slope,
the snow remains.

But all the birds
of little Llangammarch
Sing and sing
in sun drift treetops.

They feel the slow
and sudden
Spring,

Dream the
geometry of nests
And the long,
warm skies
of summer.

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