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!
The Cheesesellers Wife
Anything and Everything, but mostly Poetry
The Cheesesellers Wife 
I’ve always loved this little poem, so very apposite In Time of Storm Eunice!
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Yes indeed Margaret!
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