Sally Evans

(1942 / London)

Poems of Sally Evans

Snowy Welcome

Each year turns, every year renews.
All variations of green shade shine
thousands in each of a million trees
meanwhile in hundreds of towns the travellers
wander through colours and darkness of their own,
grow, cohere and disintegrate, and spin
far from the boughs they were born under.
The Sun goes round, and the Moon, or seem to.
The far Milky Way cannot be aware

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