After the Snow

Sunshine melts the snow
blue skies, round white balls,
as big as barrels
the remains of snowmen
linger in green fields, lonely.

Snowdrops re-emerge from under
their temporary winter blanket
and it’s as if,
it was never there at all.

 

 

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Snow Fall

Snow comes unexpected,
falling heavy, traffic chaos
standstill.

In the morning,
sunlight dances on white,
a cat’s pawprints mar
the pure white blanket,
branches are covered in an icing layer.

Snow begins to melt
blades of grass poke through,
snowdrops clinging on.
Spring is still coming.

 

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WAKING

Waking, to sunlight streaming
birds singing on the telephone wire
the smell of spring, something warming up, evolving
filters in through the open window
and although I huddle down, cold,
it reminds me of what’s to come –
the joy of spring and summer
the leap out of bed in the morning
with the warm promise of the day ahead.

Spring is in the air, early as it is
daffodils are forming on the banks
yellow buds appearing like promises
bluebell shoots push their way through
the wood floor, through rotting leaves, green shoots
scattered under the bare, blank trees
that form a waiting canvas
their arms outstretched, like skeletons.

Sunlight in through the window
warms my back, my face
the first real warmth of the season –
reminds me that this is what it feels like.

But in the shadows, the cold
still lingers, reminds us that
we’re racing ahead and time,
time is only trying to trick us.

 

Blues

 

and then, without warning, as autumn
arrived and enveloped them,
a sadness swept over her,
one that couldn’t be explained
as it pressed down on her
beating against her chest
so that her limbs became heavy
and her brain thick
with a longing and sadness
for something she couldn’t
quite put her finger on.

Winter Sun

Frost, ice, bare trees.

Mud crunching under foot

deer lazing in the sunshine

feeling the warm winter sun

on their backs.

Frozen water, leaves imprinted

on the ice, crack underfoot

thick shards disappear

under the frozen surface

life continues, tiny creatures swim

looking for an escape.

Those warm days of bare feet

and short sleeves seem just like

a hazy distant dream

we can never return to.