the augury Written by ebbtide you were new as buttercups in April, silent as a spill of church-light on the grass though I felt it in my own throat – your breath and that sweet, augural hitch as I passed © Sarah Whiteley Advertisements Like this:Like Loading... Related 6 thoughts on “the augury” Enjoyed the poem much…oh but that second stanza…such wonderful imagery. Reply That’s very nice Sarah – and of course I am understating. Reply Thank you, John! Reply Another finely wrought and poised piece. Reply Delicate imagery – I especially love “silent as a spill of church-light on the grass”…. I do love your poetry. Reply Says it beautifully. 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.