Lawrence Hall
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Ice Wednesday 2021
Many crosses of ice but no
ashes
Trees sagging from the icicles
dragging
Little birds desperate for
last summer’s seeds
The ice ground whitening,
whitening, disappearing
The power flickers and
flickers and fails
And the day is one of
lanterns and firewood
Everyone wrapped up in
blankets and thoughts
Reading books in glaring blue
battery-light
The roads are closed, and
we are exiled home
Our Lenten ashes are in
having no ashes
“…last
summer’s seeds” – I grow sunflowers and in the autumn save the seeds in that
famous cool, dry place in paper or cloth, and in addition to commercial chicken
scratch feed them to the birds and squirrels throughout the winter.
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