Seasons Cusp

A strange in-between time of year.

Seasons Cusp

A lone rook,

atop the weeping

silver birch,

watches,

silently.

The wind,

trapped between

winter and spring,

has shades of both

as it tugs more warmly

at still naked branches.

Un-mowed grass

awaits the first cut

of a new season

as buds begin

to carefully emerge

from hibernation;

a prelude

to bursting forth

with the joy

of renewed life.

And I look through

my window

to the world,

and see the snow drops

pushing their way

towards

a still distant sun,

and it is hard to know

just what to wear. 

20/02/17

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I understand the problem in deciding what to wear. It can be very perplexing. I love the beauty with which the transition has been painted. Though the season is in-between, it is still so pretty.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I agree. I wear 'T' shirts all year long so as to frustrate winter. Indeed I am deluded! Thank you Divya.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome John :)