But a little warmth escapes like sand
Through the closed fingers.
The error is annual and certain,
Letting the pygmy flowers
Make their prompt appearance
Under creaking trees.
They stand with serious faces, green ruffled,
As prim as Tudor portraits.
In the west
The greys and gleam slide in the wind
And only the descended blackbird
Augments the intrepid yellow."
'Aconites' - Freda Downie, 1929 - 1993
That hand clutching the sand is clenched tight at the moment but the aconites will be spinning their gold sunshine again before long.
The illustration is one of Cicely Mary Barker's 'Flower Fairies'.
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