The cruellest month

 

There is no tease to February

Long nights, Short days,

Deep grey clouds, blanket the sky

Icy cold winds, bringing snow and hail

Sun is hidden, almost forgotten

Snowdrops fight to emerge

From the hard dark ground

Icy air hangs, still no movement

Warmth had long been forgotten.

February makes no apologies

It does not promise warmth or light

It does not promise bursting flowers

It does promise the hopes of spring

February may be the cruellest month

but its full of honesty.

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Portrait

 

          

So Napowrimo has started once again. Im off to a bit of a slow start. Here is today’s poem, and hopefully there will be one every day until the end of April

 

One Perfect

Looking through a lens

The world condensed

His finger poised

Waiting for that moment

For one perfect picture

 

 

Trolley pulled in the midday sun

Selecting one club for a shot

Hovering above the ball

Waiting for the green to clear

For one perfect shot