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 2020
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Savvi

The inversion works really well here, and that surprised me as it usually throws me, a lovely idea too. Best Keith

Shackleton

Smashing poem, Sweetwater. Those early hints have gone into hiding at the moment. Roll on the spring!

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