james

did you see the mammoth coming?

was it so very big, very woolly?

did it smile to you to say hello
did it bring gifts from whence
it came

little things
aide memoires

is the snow deep today
and are you safe indoors

here we go on strike
snuggle up indoors
by the stove

watch films, read books

snow days

james

snow days

no snow here today
no woolly mammoths

i have little monkeys
with party hats

The little bird no longer flies
she sits and mourns her broken wings
her tattered feathers, faded now
will never feel the breath of spring.

She sings now for the life she lost
a silent sweet lament
such sad refrain, if heard aloud
would break the hearts of men

The little bird falls quiet now,
Her end is drawing near
and not a single soul will know
that she was ever here.

spring sings her new song, and the hail and the frost and the pretty flowers open all their windows and doors. my poetry lay dormant as the winter wind. as the last storm and gust carries the poetry to a new morning, love finds me, love finds me.