woe was the land
when prison bound
in winter chill bars
of ice cold colours
snow
when winter ceases
summer land may yield
to warm wind caress
pleasures of hot sun
ripe
may grow fields
of wheat and barley
soon lush meadows
may windswept dance
as crops
sway to melodies
of ripening maturity
rich greens of early
summer ripen as
golden grains
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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