Dear Jessica Brennan,
I’m a bit tired of winter – I wrote this on a dreary day.
Love,
Mum xo
Brittle
As morning creeps in heavy shoes,
And winter’s grey hands play the blues,
I wonder if one day of summer
Might help my mood revive; recover.
But if I saw one flowering tree,
Would that be enough for me?
Would a sun-warmed pebbled shore,
Only leave me wanting more?
One day of light that never ends
Then February’s here again?
My soul might revel fully heated
Yet then the next day lay depleted.
For winter hangs with stifled breath
One gasp away from brittle death
Until “tut-tut” the red-breast rings
The crocus colours start to sing
Sing; “Spring”.
Then morning’s shoes replaced with toes
Explore the grass, and so it goes
Winter’s grip now long erased
The dark forever seems replaced.
With glorious light.
