(Just to share something)
February cold, implacable
Seeps through around the windows and the doors
Sun’s gleam like steel, a dull and frigid glow
Resounds in hollow tremors through my bones
But sunrise, dawning pink, proffered a peace
And later sunshine, almost generous
Sent temperature to forty-five degrees
Gave reassurance to intrepid bulbs
Yes, light returns, it spreads over the hollows
Where puddles lay before, and sometimes ice
Too thin for spring, but soon that too will follow
The buds will bulge, new life’s quick heat will rise
For now, soft clouds will swaddle up the night
To ease our gentle turning towards the light.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2011
February 2, 2011
Hope Springs Eternal
I can feel those buds bulging!
Sharon