Comes a Time

February, the longest month

lets slip our coattails

from its chilling breath,

pulls back the darkest shadows

and drags its sodden cloak away,

we cheer the peal of snowdrops

applaud the daffodils’ fanfare 

blow kisses to the primrose

the crocus and the violet,

for there is a frisson in the air

warm music on the ear

and a spring in our step

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© Graham Sherwood 03/2021