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Winter Chill.
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I staggered lonely as a widower
from headstone to tombstone
on Kilaldriffe’s boot hill
Through a cemetery
Of vanity and of love
With flowers and with weeds a fill
Under the spreading nameless tree
I stumbled upon white and yellow
set dancing daffodil
Three precision Our Fathers
Beneath a Crucifix on concrete blocks
Surely there linger still
Three circuits around
Of Trinity and trinities
A crunch of gravel in the winter chill.
©Fergus Carty 2020
Dear Gion
Glad to see your poem Winter Chill on p4poetry.com after a long time.
I too have lost touch with this website for long.
Your poem is appropriate for the winter season.
Wish you all well
Very Happy New Year 2021 with more inspiration to write more poems.
Kusum
Thank you, Happy New Year to you too and to all at p4poetry.
This is of my visits to the cemetery where my Wife rests with her father and other relations,
Fergus