For Patricia — in appreciation
FITZ SEED: “stands tall through the fresh snow fall”
TITLE: Stand tall, my friends, as the cold winds blow
The cycle of nurture, bloom and harvest,
lies quiet now ‘neath sleeping snows –
though some must refuse to play the game,
from hearing some other song
that calls to stand guard and protect.
Do not lie down easy,
nor strip off your passions,
nor fear the waning, barren sun;
but stand with me
in EverLight.
faucon
I like this concept of EverLight – it seems to permeate your work in many ways. I like the whole piece, poem, FITZ…. when I drive up to see mum you tend to pop up in my mind – she lives in Fitzwilliam.