LEAVE OUT A scattering of firm fresh leaveson branch and bough’s bedraggled scaffolding,in the first days of recognisable spring,does, in its sunny kiss, conveya rising from the ashes, though there’s still the pang of sadness,upon anniversaries,that they’ll never come round again,a feeling of dread that it will end,not the cycle of regeneration,Nature decking itself out … Continuar leyendo 5 Poems by Alan Hardy