Cold Holds You
Cold Holds You
£595.00
oil on canvas board
HELLEBORE, FOR HOPE
I watch you / your knowing, / giving from wet soil lifting / up then suspended turned to ground. / Deep edges unfurl, desire for a winter companion / but strong enough alone.
It’s as though grey is your match, / the endless days of mist your comfort. / Cold holds you /
one flower picked is its hour, fleeting.