The garden 8am

This is Halesowen this morning. I can't believe it!


On Snow in April
 
Up in the morning early,
She peers out of the window.
Snow!  It’s snowing!
The grass disappears
Under a soft blanket
Of white cold.
And still the snow comes down floating.
 
But high in the heavens,
A glimpse of luminescent white
Glitters tenderly.
 
She looks upward
And watches as the glimmer
Intensifies.
The snow flakes shudder stop.
The frostiness of the air
Last in the battle
Of winter and spring.
 
The white icy carpet
Melts to nothingness.
 
Beauty on a spring day,
A shelled beauty emerging from the dark earth
Of hibernation.
 
Welcome…