Sue Leigh Poetry
After a painting by Burne-Jones
A strange season –
roses blossom among the thorns
harebells
at the feet of the Virgin
yet the trees are bare
Joseph, the woodsman
wears a woollen cloak
but stranger still
how the magi have laid
down their crowns,
the way the angel
holds the star of the east
in his hands
First published in The Spectator, 2019