A quite audience, easily forgotten
The passing of winter rain
Stretch and strain, back to my game
Oblivious once again
Yet your pall remains,
A kiss of mist upon the soul
A sentinel
Of chestnut, oak and magpie’s lair
The cross you bare, a gentle snag
From times when you were elsewhere
A golden wave crashes down
Heavens glory reflected, here
The soft rustle of recent gift
A reminder that we care
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
A quite audience, easily forgotten
The passing of winter rain
Stretch and strain, back to my game
Oblivious once again
Yet your pall remains,
A kiss of mist upon the soul
A sentinel
Of chestnut, oak and magpie’s lair
The cross you bare, a gentle snag
From times when you were elsewhere
A golden wave crashes down
Heavens glory reflected, here
The soft rustle of recent gift
A reminder that we care