Anne Williams2012
February trees
A gray day and quiet, With slow clouds of gray, And in dull air a cloud that falls,falls All day.
The naked and stiff branches Of oak,elm ,thorn In the cold light are like men aged and Forlorn.
Only a gray sky,Grass,trees grass again,And all the air a cloud that drips drips All day.
Lovely the lonely Bare trees and green grass-Lovelier now the last hours of winter Slowly pass. by John Freeman
February trees
A gray day and quiet, With slow clouds of gray, And in dull air a cloud that falls,falls All day.
The naked and stiff branches Of oak,elm ,thorn In the cold light are like men aged and Forlorn.
Only a gray sky,Grass,trees grass again,And all the air a cloud that drips drips All day.
Lovely the lonely Bare trees and green grass-Lovelier now the last hours of winter Slowly pass. by John Freeman