JANUARY.
It’s very early in the year, but I caught the promise.
Just one sweet hint
of a smile
upon the lips of spring,
the softly blown kiss:
a whisper…
this season does
impatient grow.
Emerald threads of
promise held
where buds now strive
to bloom the bough,
and birds a’flutter
round them,
court.
© sweetwater 2023
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The inversion works really well here, and that surprised me as it usually throws me, a lovely idea too. Best Keith
Thank you Keith, I’m pleased you liked the inversion, I tried the the other way round and didn’t like the rather ordinary feel of it. 🙂 Sue.
Smashing poem, Sweetwater. Those early hints have gone into hiding at the moment. Roll on the spring!
Thank you Otreasaigh, they certainly have this morning but I think the day is on the up, stopped snowing, and the beginnings of sunshine. Sue x