O Western Wind when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ! my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again.
By Anonymous
This scrap of old poetry is so urgent, and heartfelt.
An excellent poem to re-start the Friday Poems!
O Western Wind when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ! my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again.
By Anonymous
This scrap of old poetry is so urgent, and heartfelt.
An excellent poem to re-start the Friday Poems!
I’ve always loved this little poem, so very apposite In Time of Storm Eunice!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes indeed Margaret!
LikeLiked by 1 person