Thaw
OVER the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas
OVER the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
A half-thawed landscape, freckled with snow, sets the scene. Overhead, rooks are busy at their nests, cawing as if discussing something important—the word “speculating” gives them an almost thoughtful presence.
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