February

Deep winter
Darkest days
Nothing left of summer
Stillness and decay

Skeleton trees
In a blanket of leaves
Structure breaking down
Dissolve into the ground

Optimistic florescent gorse
Shoots beads of lemon yellow
Hoping for clement days
A pledge for spring

Persistent rain
Muted percussion
Earth's quiet ensemble
Rehearsing lines

Dare to imagine
Better days ahead
Evidence is scant
Trust the Sun