of long nights
the emerging light.
For the totality of this darkness
Or, perhaps we might see them
of long nights
the emerging light.
For the totality of this darkness
Or, perhaps we might see them
is it crass to ask
can spring end this dark winter
long with light and joy
to survive winter
cherish the delicate plants
name them love and trust
morning walkers wrapped
warm, wintry blues turning cold
grey: post-festive fog
winter bare branches
dance to the cold wind and hail
patients looking out
the early morning
fog clears, leaves frosted pavements
with trees black and bare
with the cooler air
and invigourating sun
– once again begin
spring inches along
inviting a warmer sun
to heal winter chills
a dusting of snow
turns march light a softer grey
semblance of winter