Tag: by Sue Harper

Above it all, that peevish tone,

Sinuous, adroit,

Whispering what we forget:

 

“Come rain, come shine

I am here

 

Come bud, come bone

I am here

 

Come dearth, come foison

I am here too

 

O learn my harmonies, my

Ruthlessness, my 

 

Change”

 

 

 

 

(Sue Harper)