Though winter filled this field
with frost, as if to wield
a spear, earth did not yield—spring winds blow.
Daily poem: Florescence 17
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Though winter filled this field
with frost, as if to wield
a spear, earth did not yield—spring winds blow.
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Maybe earth never yielfs. I love that idea
Never. It will even survive Chernobyl given time.
True. I wonder if yielfs is old Welsh? 😉
Too many vowels. Ylfs looks more like Welsh to me 🙂
Yields!!