Poetry

New Shoots

By 31st March 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

How impolite to start a war
When we’re expecting Spring.
She’ll come with flowers in her arms
But what will conflict bring?

Arms of a very different kind
And shoots of smoke and metal,
Spring will recoil, flowers shot with red
Destroying every petal.

Mary Daniels

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