(Handwritten In letter dated 26.3.91)


Recent LENT Poem Not yet printed:-



Lent is a bare landscape

of turned fields, darkly ready



Trees and bushes, on hold,

show the faintest brush of green



The symbols are clear enough;

Life waits, waiting to repossess



forest, field and garden;

even the heart's stony wasteland








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