βFutilityβ.
Move him into the sun β
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know
Wilfred Owen
Lest we forget...
#RememberanceDay #watercolour
7 days ago