The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
And grasses in the mead renew their birth,
The river to the river-bed withdraws,
And altered is the fashion of the earth.

A. E. Housman,‘Diffugere Nives’ (Horace, Odes IV.vii)

A poem to celebrate a golden harbinger of spring in Sussex:

One thought on “DIFFUGERE NIVES”
  • Magna Czagany

    La Primavera, we had a day or two. Now back to grey and cold, loved your poem, can’t wait for more. Thinking of you, take good care of yourself. Cheers, Magna

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