Ten days of spring cold kept me indoors; I didn’t know willows were budding in the village. In the frozen valley, a stream gurgles faintly; sheets of green hide burnt stubble in the fields. A few acres of poor land hold me here; warming half a jug of cloudy wine, I wait for you.
April 27, 2020
April 27, 2020
April 27, 2020
Ten days of spring cold kept me indoors; I didn’t know willows were budding in the village. In the frozen valley, a stream gurgles faintly; sheets of green hide burnt stubble in the fields. A few acres of poor land hold me here; warming half a jug of cloudy wine, I wait for you.