Day 333 Winter

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem.

Yesterday, the weather began to change. Instead of the hint of spring, the cold returned. And today, the bitter cold, without the snow of usual February, seemed to end the hope for spring and also the hope for the leaves and buds on this rose bush outside my front door.

Winter

February’s bitter cold 

forgot to send the snow of old; 

today the cold throws warmth away 

and we forget ‘twas yesterday 

we walked, no hat, in sun so bright 

thinking spring was in our sight, 

but, no, the winter laughs an icy grin 

and wraps the rosebuds in frost again.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry / Photography