Hard Times
Grief is like snow
Changing things, but
Not for ever they say.
But I say it’s the thaw,
When the black
Of winter, lies as far
As the eye can see
yet stirring beneath
new growth, a pain
worse than death.
Delivery
I know now
where they buried you
new born, my golden son
Soon this earth will be our cot
And we shall be as one.
Bernard Pearson‘s work appears over one hundred publications worldwide, including Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, and The York Literary Review. In 2017 a selection of his poetry “In Free Fall” was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem “Manor Farm”.
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