Winter’s Final Interlude: a poem

The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass While daylight’s performances grow longer The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots Resounds beneath the thawing ground Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber And pull back their immaculate blankets Warm breezes join hands with …

Final Winter Day

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. – Charles Dickens A stillness is falling here. A palpable apprehensiveness lurks in the shadows. The final day of winter has arrived. In an odd turn …