Monday, December 25, 2017

For Christmas …


I choose white, but with
Red on it, like the snow
In winter with its few
Holly berries and the one

Robin, that is a fire
To warm by and like Christ
Comes to us in his weakness,
But with a sharp song.

R.S. Thomas, H'm (1972).

(Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

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