The Grave of Winter

sootallures
Apr 18, 2020
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Updated: Apr 24, 2020

From 'In Pursuit of Spring" by Edward Thomas

Winter may rise up through mould alive with violets and primroses and daffodils, but when cowslips and bluebells have grown over his grave he cannot rise again: he is dead and rotten, and from his ashes the blossoms are springing.

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