Cold reflections in a warm climate.
Carol
What is Christmas without
snow ? We need it
as bread of a cold
climate, ermine to trim
our sins with, a brief
sleeve for charity's
scarecrow to wear its heart
on, bold as a robin.
- R.S. Thomas
I love the line breaks in this poem, and the metaphors for snow - bread of a cold climate, ermine to trim our sins, a brief sleeve for charity's scarecrow.
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