Tuesday, 14 March 2017

For Jude

A poem for a departed friend, whom I didn't know that well, but whose positive actions and attitudes were interlaced within the place where we shared a home:

Rambling around the ancient hill
In the thickness of the mist
Turned into tears by the dripping of the trees
I stumble across a patch of pale primroses
That suddenly seem to glow:
The brightness of their immanence
Marking the impermanence of the seasons
And I am glad to have see them; there and then.

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