the end...

January slid to a cool end, only the calender noticed... and flipped.

no rhyme...

fishing for a thread I caught an empty vessel, nothing rhymed.

grey days...

January's shadowy grey presence stalks the days, waiting to spring.

rain...

Pattering hissing rain, soothes, drowns and washes joy parched days away.

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cold feet...

cold winter breath, sends feet running to hide in socks.

You Lured me in......(a fishy tale)

You lured me in with tempting bait

And promise of fulfilment.

I took a bite, it tasted sweet

but oh there was a sting.

Too late, I'm hooked, tried to resist

but the pulling just got harder.

You pulled and pushed and gave and took

I then became ensnared.

You drew me close and looked in awe

my shining scales and beautiful curves.

I was calm in your gentle touch,

lay there in warmth without a struggle.

I loved that feel but knew it wrong,

I struggled but the barb was tight.

But then you found a flaw in me

a missing scale I was not right.

I did not suit your needs this time

I did not fit your plans.

You cast me back in the deep dark pool

I lay still in shock as the cold hit.

But there's still a flicker in my tail

It's faint and barely there.

I'll lie here at the bottom now,

'till my strength returns to surface.

 

a taste of spring

two grey doves
fill the cold winter garden
spring visits