Butterflies & robins on a day of laughter & picnics,
New grass & the smell of freshly-turned earth
In the garden
Where memory, that hollow-eyed skull,
Hides behind her black veil,
Reeking of new grass & damp earth
Among the lilies.
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A refreshing and invigorating piece of pastorality wriiten with classical skill. Welcome, Susan Marie Watkins! Rgds, Ivan