Poem: Shy Beauty.
Shy Beauty.
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On Saturday afternoon
We went for a walk
Down by the riverside.
It was a cold day,
All very stark and wintry
With bare sleeping trees
And muddy underfoot,
But it had a definite beauty
Full of nascent promise.
One of the big bushes
Was wispy and bare boned
With a few huge white berries
Clinging tenaciously.
Underneath it, I spied
A clump of delicate snowdrops,
All waxy petals, shyly drooping
Their virgin flowered heads
To shockingly unreal green leaves.
