Apart from a brief flurry before Christmas, that didn’t settle as the ground was too wet and soon returned to rain, this is the first snow we have had this winter. I’m so glad to see it, such a necessary part of winter. Already some has melted in the weak sunshine but we may get some more later today or again overnight.
Last year’s ash keys hang
unmoving, shrouded, silent
in the freezing fog.
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Three of my poems can now be read online in ‘Bitter Sweet’ e-book at www.issuu.com/risingbrookwriters, starting on page 26. Several have also appeared in previous anthologies produced by this writers group on Issuu – look for ‘ad lib’, ‘still waters’ and ‘inside out’.
Back home safe and warm
I wake this morning to a world of white.
Silently it snowed all night,
still the gentle flakes are falling
and life comes to a standstill.
Last night it snowed, unseen,
soft and silent,
like a dream.
Morning light, snow turns to rain.
By tonight it will be gone,
just as silent,
fading dream.
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