This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt
Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 22nd February and link back to this post with a pingback.
The longest season beckons
The coldest winds.
The barest trees shiver across
The barren land.
And yet the sun is kind.
Its golden rays
Tinge chilly skies in shades of pink
And lilac hues,
While a rocking chair waits patiently
On the lonely porch,
For March to bring the warmth of