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Advent

The land is grey
and wan December
hangs in barren branches,
cries from castle walls.
Frost-trodden,
leaves are stilled
unmoved
by winter's breath.

But the solitary trees,
in each clenched bud
silently enact
an Advent carol.

 

© Christine Rigden 1989

 


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