This second poem is a little premature in that winter is surely far from over. There is a thaw going on, however. My wife's side of the family are distantly related to Edward Thomas. He originally wrote under the name Eastaway, which was Eleri's grandfather's middle name.
Over the land half freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed,
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
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