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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Yesterday’s Rose

As autumn arrives
Your petals slowly fade
Your precious bloom
Almost gone
Winter waits around the corner
You are yesterday’s rose
Today’s pleasure
And tomorrow’s promise
That you will bloom again
In the fines of time

Spring day

Dark clouds race across the sky

Driving rain falls like curtains of lace

Wind blows in gusts bending still life

A shard of bright light breaks through

Delicate leaves ripped from branches

White shapes fall in swirls

Dancing, fluttering in blasts of air

Cherry blossom falls like flurries of snow

Another spring day is here

This is the day

morning

This is the day of morning dew

White cherry blossom, a canopy of shade

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

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Sweet perfumes carried in the breeze

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

This is the day of morning dew

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Sharp blue skies, puffy white clouds

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

.

Buds on trees waiting to burst

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

.

Dawn chorus awakens the season

This is the day of morning dew

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

peace to my ears

waves

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Green grey sea crashes forcefully

Booming waves land on the pebble beach

Fine spray shooting upwards the rocks,

Landing on the top, showering the limpets

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Dark rock pools swell and rise

With swirling sea and small white crests.

Soft powder blue sky and tiny wispy clouds

Broken up by Vapour trails crisscrossing

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Bright yellow sun beats down,

Glistening wet pebbles at the water edge

Heat of the sun warms the spring air,

An icy nip brushes against my face

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Seagulls soaring on the warm breeze,

Gracefully across the pale blue sky

A small boat, bobs up and down gently,

Looking closely it thrashes around,

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Smashing into the greying waves,

Fine spray flies upwards

Wind whips becoming stronger, harder, faster

Waves move in strongly,

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The forceful wind, the waves crashing,

he seagulls screaching is peace to my ears

As I lose myself in my own thoughts

In the spring sun on the beach.

New, Newer, Newest

Is this new, newer, and newest.

Have I just bought it

Was it just produced?

A new book, a film, a song

Is it a kind of now exiting?

Or appearing for the first time.

It’s not a new concept,

But new knowledge, just found

Its newness is unfamiliar,

It’s strange, a new idea

A visit to a place

New to me, will it make me better

Different,from the former me.

A fresh new start, unused

Will I be a new me?

So in a new era, a new world,

Planted with newness around me.

Flowers growing, fresh green grass,

New buds wakening,

The spring is here,

A new person awaits

So I ring out the old

And sing in the new