Long Overdue – Septolet

Having re-blogged an article on Saturday, not my usual blogging day, I decided to revert to small stones poetry today, especially as I am enjoying writing Septolets so much at the moment!

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and wet
ice dripping,
mopping puddles.

A job
long overdue —
de-frosting the freezer!



Cold and wet weather.
What has happened to summer?
Still early August!


I draw back the curtains,
look out in dismay
at another cold, frosty,
dull and dismal day.


Curled up by the fire
feeling sorry for myself,
nursing my cold.


The days lengthen,
the cold strengthens;
Winter in denial that
the return of the sun
has begun.


bright sunshine,
bitterly cold wind.
Winter still hangs on;

Hard Frost

Snow in short supply this winter,
I awake to a world of white.
A bitter, cold, hard frost
will have to suffice!

January Joy 21

A hot shower
on a cold, frosty morning.

January Joy 19

Despite the cold
the birds are singing
songs of Spring.

Winter Woollies

By gum, the house is cold,
were we away so long?
We’re wearing winter woollies,
trying to get warm.
The sun is shining here and there,
through blue patches in the sky,
perhaps we’ll soon feel warm again;
at least the day is dry.

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