Tulips

I do believe the temperature reached 5 degrees today, briefly. And it's dry, a definite advantage. But I long for light and colour instead of gloom and greyness. Just had to make my own.

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Tulips

Grace is not an abstract idea:
it floats incarnately
over the face of the earth.
After thunder, after rain
the earth is blessed
with the smell of flowers.

Jim Greenhalf 1949-

Jim wrote this poem for his friend Jonathan Silver who resurrected Salts Mill in Saltaire, Yorkshire, including the David Hockney gallery which is full of amazing colour.
Published in "The Dog's not laughing", Redbeck Press 1999