April Poetry in the Field Challenge: Day 4

This cold spell hasn’t broken yet, but the wind dies down enough for me to sit on the steps. I’m back with George Herbert, who has a way of diving headlong into divine mysteries and finding the heart of things. His poems have the effect of making me feel seen, which can be both unsettling and comforting.

Poem: The Sepulchre

3 words of place: sunset, shivering still