Winter
for Basil Rose
Life! oh so old,
My heart is cold,
My vision dark with sleep;
The winter’s snow I long to fall,
Entomb me deep!
But still I see
Through leafless tree
Dying the sun’s red light,
And still the wish burns deep within:
Let there be light!
Hush, hush! no more!
I’ll close the door,
The curtain I’ll draw to;
Then I’ll lie down and face the wall,
And come to you.
Reuben Thomas
28th November 2012
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Last updated 2018/05/06