The Green-Green Grave Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Green-Green Grave



The green-green grave, covered in snow-
sleeps in the sorrow of a concealed face.
showing glimpses of a brighter tomorrow,
Look, the pussywillow fattens its mace.

The appearance of the snowdrop is timeless.
Rustles through crystal-white prisms
green-green threads with diamond eyelets
praise, seasons nod their length in rhythms.

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