and brought back with her <br /> <br />the first few primroses she did not pick <br />tucked neat into the hedgerow <br /> <br />a wisp of sheepwool <br />caught on wire she did not touch <br /> <br />a dewdro p which the sun caught as she passed <br /> <br />rabbits who lifted softbrush ears <br />paused then hopped away and yet not fast <br /> <br />a slight breeze which did not touch the primroses <br />which blew the wisp of sheepwool a little for a moment <br /> <br />which trembled the dewdro p into colours <br />and yet it stayed on the grass stalk <br /> <br />in the night <br />the primroses sheltered in her and grew imperceptibly <br /> <br />the sheepwool almost touched her <br />the dewdro p joined the air around her <br /> <br />the rabbits slept close to her <br />the breeze sighed and waited outside the window <br /> <br />in the morning they awoke together<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0010-memory/
