She sees you as you are through a misted lens of winter Through a torment of sadness like spun shards of ice As the darkness holds the earth Before the ferns unfurl The nodding snowdrop heads Bow in reverence and poise.
While nature holds the beauty A stain is etched upon her earth The world is wrought with sadness The winter days are short Procurement is lengthened Thwart with promises unmet Though that nothing halts The moon or the turning tide The planets and the stars Intricately aligned.
My Devon Life 