Letters

Spring: A Poem

Spring North Cardiff

As brittle frosts
And gusty gales of March
Parch and scorch October-dropping trees
They squeeze the burning sap towards the sun.
The stabbing hail
And icy, glittering rain
Stain and grind the winter-blinded ground
And sound the blast of spring – now new begun!

The struggling bulbs
Will rupture stunted soil,
Boil beneath the April-bursting sky
And try with blind primeval force to rise.
Whilst high above,
The sun’s increasing rays
Blaze upon the waking fallow-field
And yield the spring to shower-shining skies!

GA James
Rhiwbina

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