Life – a poem by Janet Nicholls

Posted on December 16, 2016 by Nick Dawson


The soft sweetness of Spring’s warm soil stirs me from dank, dark dormancy.
I swell with new life and stretch towards the light.

I am nurtured in the warmth of the sun’s sparkling splendour as my stems mature and reflect its rich golden glory.

I feel the warmth of the oxen’s breath but his rasping tongue does not consume me.

I know the imprint of beautiful babe and wrap him in warm welcome. My simple halo crowns His humble head.

Janet Nicholls

December 2016

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