The Green Beneath The Snow

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A Villanelle, for the Spring Equinox

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the hills are growing green beneath the snow

white horses, shake the winter from your manes

the spring has come, the wild wind told me so

cold ice be gone, and warm sweet water flow

come, crocuses, and flower on the plains

the hills are growing green beneath the snow

grey gulls fly high, and clouds of blossom blow

come, laughing crows, and dance within the rains

the spring has come, the wild wind told me so

soon summer, and so many seeds to sow

come, sun, spill down the furrows of the lanes

the hills are growing green beneath the snow

bright gorse ablaze, and alder tops aglow

come blood, and flood the burrows of the veins

the spring has come, the wild wind told me so

dark night be gone, long days of light to go

come love, with all your mysteries and pains

the hills are growing green beneath the snow

and spring has come, the wild wind told me so

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© Gail Foster 17th March 2018

 

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2 thoughts on “The Green Beneath The Snow

  1. “the hills are growing green beneath the snow”.. such a powerful line it is… and this poem is full of delicacies….

    “clouds of blossom blow”

    “flood the burrows of the veins”

    Loved it!

    Like

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