January Blues

In January's cold gloom
When shiver we must,
Armed with camera out we go
Forgetting all this winter's frost
because we have a photograph to post.
When sleeps the hedgehog
neath the leaves that Autumn wrought
And log fires just a memory,
And ev'n the squirrel hides his face

Then come o Spring; we're pining here,
To see the snowdrops bright white lace.

26/01/2006
Southampton

by Daphne Grant

Comments (2)

Daphne Amazing poetic style here, well done
Such beauty, fantastic imagry found here Daphne, excellent poem.--Melivna--