Tuesday, January 28, 2020

An Elegy in January - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

An Elegy in January

For Beverly Jean Keszeg Mixson
of Happy Memory

How very strange that this grey year has passed
In a confusing haste, amorphous and dim
Since that sad January day when life,
All meaning paused, collapsed within itself

Cold February rains fell upon her cairn
But then the happy leaf-time came to bless
That twice-blest earth where memories repose
Warmed by the sun, made golden in the fall

And now the cold has come again

How is it that the seasons flew so fast?
How very strange that one long year has passed

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