Victoria Thomson

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Held and hallowed in the still
of evening - something yet unborn
in high thin skies which touch the first
fallow hours beyond the dawn
...

At last! The heat of an April day.
Catch up-sow beans and salad leaves,
Mow grass and love the tulips planted
Last year - jewels in pots. And primrose, daffodil
...

The Best Poem Of Victoria Thomson

Evening

Held and hallowed in the still
of evening - something yet unborn
in high thin skies which touch the first
fallow hours beyond the dawn
with promises which might be or
might prove forlorn.

For evening's pasture dwells content
beneath the sympathy of trees
grown now some tiny fraction greater
than they were; and that heart's-ease,
fulfilment, lies here, where above all
the blind eye sees.

The blackbird on the chimney pot
releases cares, like pigeons pent
all day, into the sweet wild air
of timelessness, their rancour spent.
And the silence lends the blackbird an
accompaniment.

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