Winter clouds;
old cotton rags that
wash the sky and
mop the grey from my soul,
leaving blue sunshine peeking through.
I stretch to meet the sun,
like a cat preening
in a pool of light,
trying to claim
an unexpected feast.
Too soon
purple clouds gather
and cover the sky with cold grey,
leaving the earth dressed
for a winter wedding.
I take shelter
in a cup of tea
and watch the children
rush to make angels
in the snow.
2 comments:
This is really beautiful Jan I wish I could write like you
Thanks for sharing your winter writings Jan. Your poems
capture the mood and emotion of your photos. Keep your dreams. You never know when they may come true.
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