Poem Title : Underneath 056 12th January 2010
Underneath.056
The frosty hearth looks cold and grey , upon this bleak and wintry day .
But under neath its frozen crust , are sleeping bulbs that wait to thrust ,
their sharp green spears towards the light .Strange things hidden from our sight .
Deep-plunging roots . Seeds in the clod , and blind worms moving through the sod.
The lives of others may appear. Quiet untroubled , calm and clear .
But who can tell what there may be , under neath tranquillity ?
And beneath a life that seems , wasted and bereft of dreams ,
there may be a happiness , that the world could never guess in 1956
Under neath the grief and pain , joy may wake to life again .
Love potential , sleeping there , through the winter of despair up to twenty eleven.
