My Poem of the Week: 'Thaw' by Edward Thomas

[narya_flame]

I remembered on Thursday that I missed doing this last week - and this week's is just a short one, but feels apt.  


Thaw

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see: Winter pass.



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Comments

[spiced_wine]

Oh, I read about him in Ghostland. So very sad that he died in WWI and not very old.

He was so in touch with the land.

[narya_flame]

I think that was where I first heard of him, too! And yes, so very sad.

[ermingarden]

Oh! This is so beautiful! Thank you <3

[narya_flame]

You're welcome <3

[mithrial]

A birds eye view.

They know spring is on it's way now perhaps?

[narya_flame]

Spring - and hope <3

[hhimring]

The rooks saw it first, but today I can see it, too!