A poem by Rob Cowen.

If you’re asking
what it means to live
after this winter   
you’ve lived through.  

If you’re asking   
what it’s worth,  
to endure such days  
on a braying earth,  

Then listen. For the   
veil of mist carries   
too a handle-twist of   
robin’s song. And here,  

Remember this:
that you once stood
beside the first bluebells   
of a spring wood,  

Your feet in the shallows  
of a renewing sea. And  
ahead of you that day lay   
unwritten eternity.

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Rob Cowen’s poetry collection ‘The Heeding’ has just been published in paperback by Elliott & Thompson.