Waiting – Paddy Bushe

When fog freezes heart’s landscape

And stops the veins and wells, and drains

The colour from everything that grows,

 

Oh then heart must kernel its sweet self

In hiding from the hooded crow, and wait

For hints of sap. Then thaw. Then flow.

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