Ashdown
Ashdown
The sleet was ghostlike, laughing with no purposeful intent
It came and covered nothing, said ‘Hi’ and then it went
The scene unchanged remained the same, damp and green and good
Half-hearted snow, that came tiptoe all over Ashdown wood
A hiccup hardly noticed in the thousand years or so
Of hunting grounds and industry and sunny hours that flow
Today I stand and and watch the flakes ephemeral and false
That dance in stately gaiety to Time’s unending waltz
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