Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Still Winter

Grandmother always
Takes snow from plum boughs
For her best tea

Birds sing merrily
Like in spring, but too early
And drop from the bough

The fallow sun
Through the busy street
Golden reflections

Brother’s birthday
Winter storm stops
For a moment

As night progresses
The window front loses
Light by light

So much for winter
Premature primavera
And snowdrops ringing


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