you crawl from the damp earth
where we buried you last year
your gnarled fingers scraping
away from the soil
reaching for the skies
who tip their tears upon your
outstretched pleading aspirations
dying ice crystals melt around
your roots chilling your heart
turning your petals to snow
you dance a lazy swaying waltz
urged on by an insistent breeze
blanching the green...
Wednesday 25th December 2013 6:37 pm
Winter's debate with spring
So quiet and peaceful
The monochrome light
shimmering on late
press their agendas
Winter does not wish to
the responsibility of birth
The snow settles quietly
Saturday 15th June 2013 2:46 am
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
the sea is rattling bones today
and the wind holds my ears to ransom
for want of a scarf and a hat
she is walking on the promenade
and wants no part of the play
so I am talking to the man on the pier
with the rods and ask
“what’s your game?“
and if he’s lucky
Wednesday 3rd April 2013 8:25 pm
spring billed jack
the jackdaws bruised the garden today
borrowing sticks, stealing hay
the sticks we can eventually have back they say
once seasoned by the summer’s fray
I tell them they can keep them anyway
Monday 1st April 2013 7:01 pm
THE PRIMROSE - a reprint
As Spring does its best to break through, here's a reminder of life renewed.
Peeping from beneath the tree,
The lemon primrose spoke to me.
Winter's done, I heard it say,
Warmer days are on the way.
Mother Nature waits with glee,
The First Rose is my name, you see;
Saturday 16th March 2013 4:47 pm
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
The fog rolls between the war
of winter and sun,
silencing the deafening roar of defeat
as snow becomes rain.
March was always the lion
tearing ground with bitterness,
frost over hope,
but now it’s a leopard
with solar flare spots.
And the fog rolls on
between the divide
of how things were
and how they should be,
but the ti...
Tuesday 12th March 2013 10:00 pm
March Is In Love
Winter was admired by March all night
He walked with her along the snowy paths
But her daughter captivated his sight,
With her he dreamed to have the baths.
In ruffled feelings he came back in the mornings
Becoming tipsy of the night’s vision.
He didn’t care about any warnings.
And his fate had quite another decision.
His darling was the spring ...
Tuesday 12th March 2013 9:19 pm
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