Displaced fragments: theology, ministry, interviews and reviews
Thursday, March 01, 2018
Snow on St David's Day
It was meant to be the first day of Spring.
Early daffodils promised warmth,
Their yellow beckoning the sun.
But now they are frozen to the roots,
Submerged beneath chilly white dust.
You can never tell with the Welsh.
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