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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Warmth of my dreams

Blue skies, bright sun

Fast moving clouds

Icy winds

Cold inside

Goosebumps on skin

Where is the summer?

Want to warm up

Shivering all over.

Look at the options

A cuddle is out

The heating is off

Hot coffee

I close my eyes

Think of the heat

The sun on my face

I smile in the warmth

Of my dreams.

What do I know?

So today’s NapoWrimo prompt Is to write a poem about things I know. There are a few of then :-

sea

The sun makes freckles appear on my face

I need my woollen hat when there’s an icy cold wind

That I can’t touch the bottom when I swim out at sea

That the blue Ink in my pen will turn black in time

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When my mobile is on silent it won’t make a noise

Singing makes my heart happy,

And grey days make me sad

the strawberry top seashell is very special to me

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I know where ever I am

what ever the weather

If I can see the sea

I know I am at peace