Wednesday 14 September 2011

Hope


When the sky turns Lakeland slate,
there’s nothing left to do but wait
for ominousness – maybe brightness –
on its way to bless.

 Trees are waving and a gap is near.

Turn to the sky and ache
for a far, far mountain
and long for affectation,
real hope.

Trees are waving and a gap is near.

When you glimpse its snowy top
your heart will leap
like hares – for real work
to start today – to begin – to do.

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