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.
Winter Tryst.
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
Spring.
Rereading Jane Eyre 
This is lovely, Luccia. Spring may be here, but the warmth is still absent.
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Thank you.💗 Sue. Can’t wait to get rid of coats, jumpers and scarves! Even in sunny Spain, where I live.
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It is still pretty gey here…but the signs are there 🙂
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Very beautiful poem.
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Thank you.💗
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Love this! 💗
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Thank you.💗
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