| Abstract | Freshly washed sunlight
And the wind too cool
For the flimsy wedding clothes
The Daffodils nod brightly
On the nearby graves
And the tending widows
Watch and remember.
Photographers give instructions
And everyone too stiff
In their occasional finery,
The Forsythia's joyous blossom
Heralds the time of re-awakening
And the smiling women
Are brides once again
The gleaming wedding-car
And the spectacle over too soon
For the patient, avid watchers.
The Yews stand imperturbably
As they have always stood
And there remains an inexplicable
Feeling of emptiness.
From St. Peter's Quartet
See also
Reflections in the Churchyard of St. Peter's, Birch
When Remembrance was new
The Bailey Meadow
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