Thursday 4 February 2016


Still on the subject of weather (Well, I am Irish!)
Imbolg or not, Winter is still lurking about if not lashing out. 
So here's a poem about that.


 Last week temperatures soared unseasonably.
But we knew you weren’t gone
in a dragon puff of smoke.
We knew you’d be back
wreaking your monstrous ire.
Your tail toppling bins, roofs, trees,
dropping leaves like scales,
scattering dismembered branches.
Your breath freezing footpaths,
threatening elbows and ankles,
beheading precocious green shoots
that dare to think…

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

No comments:

Post a Comment