Frederick Robert Higgins

(24 April 1896 - 6 January 1941 / Foxford / Ireland)

Chinese Winter - Poem by Frederick Robert Higgins

From these bare trees
The sticks of last year's nests
Print sad characters against the moon;
While wind-blown moonlight,
Stripping fields to silver,
Scrawls December on each frozen pool.

Light washed on each tree
Roots it in black shadow,
As last year's love now roots me in black night;
And where love danced
Footprints of fiery moments
Flash out memorials in silent ice.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012



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