Unknown destination

half way there

unsure where

A weekend treat

destination unknown

journey is crawling along

past fields of brilliant yellow

familiar place names pass by

sun shines over rolling hills

still the destination is secret

fields of lambs jumping  dancing

pretty villages with sandstone houses

cathedral pokes his head up high

passing canals and rivers

as the car slows down

sat nav says the journey ended

destination known

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Enveloping

Day 14 of Napowrimo

 

My words hang like over me like a veil

Fine mist engulfs me like a shroud

Dappled light reminds me of paradise

I want to speak but there’s a thick veil

There is no light just a heavy shroud

Echoes of words catch my breath

Beautiful sounds take me to paradise

Slowly exhaling my thoughts in my breath.

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.