Sunday, 7 December 2014

Day 871: Winter Love


This short love poem is deliberately vague, but beautiful too.

She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep - Robert Graves

She tells her love while half asleep,
   In the dark hours,
     With half words whispered low;
As earth stirs in her winter sleep
   And puts out grass and flowers
      Despite the snow,
      Despite the falling snow.

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