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Winter Chill.

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I staggered lonely as a widower

from headstone to tombstone

on Kilaldriffe’s boot hill

Through a cemetery

Of vanity and of love

With flowers and with weeds a fill

Under the spreading nameless tree

I stumbled upon white and yellow

set dancing daffodil

Three precision Our Fathers

Beneath a Crucifix on concrete blocks

Surely there linger still

Three circuits around

Of Trinity and trinities

A crunch of gravel in the winter chill.

©Fergus Carty 2020

One Comment

  1. KUSUM MADHUKAR GOKARN says:

    Dear Gion
    Glad to see your poem Winter Chill on p4poetry.com after a long time.
    I too have lost touch with this website for long.
    Your poem is appropriate for the winter season.
    Wish you all well
    Very Happy New Year 2021 with more inspiration to write more poems.
    Kusum

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